Page 95 of I Knead You Tonight

“Hold your shirt up,” he directs.

I do, and he uses his thumbs to spread my folds open.

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” he murmurs, eyes firmly on my bare pussy. “So fucking perfect.”

He leans forward, and I brace myself, so ready to feel his tongue on me again.

He hasn’t eaten me out since the first night we slept together, and I’ve been craving it since.

Only instead of flicking his tongue out, he places a gentle kiss to my clit.

I groan in frustration and he chuckles.

“So impatient,” he teases.

“Well, yeah,” I huff. “This chair fucking hurts.”

“Does it?” He grabs my thighs, holding me steady and tightly, my hips canting just half an inch closer to him with how strongly he’s gripping me. “Well then you better hurry up and fuck my face, Drew, because that’s the only way you’re getting down.”

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, because I wouldneverjust heed a command like this, especially something so carnal, but in this moment I don’t care.

I fuck him.

I was right to miss this, because the way his tongue feels on my pussy is pure fucking magic.

He makes me come twice before the ache in my knees becomes too much to bear.

Winston helps me down onto the lounger, laying my spent form on top of him.

“Holy hell,” I say breathlessly. “That was…wow.”

“You’re welcome.”

I pinch his nipple. “Shut up.”

He kisses the top of my head, and I close my eyes, sinking into his warmth.

He runs his hands over my exposed ass, kneading my cheeks, his fingers playing along my crack.

“Don’t even think about it. It’s not happening. That’s a no-go zone.”

He laughs. “I’ll talk you into it one day.”

“Good luck,” I say to him, my body feeling so tired and worn out from all the sex over the last several days. “I’m sleepy.”

“Then nap. I’ll wake you up in a bit.”

* * *

When I peelmy eyes open again, it’s dark out.

The crickets chirp back and forth, creating an arrangement only they can understand. The waves of the ocean lap against the shore, and the night air shifts with a cool breeze like no other.

It’s peaceful and melodic.

I could get used to sitting out here listening to the music the coast makes.

Don’t get ahead of yourself, Drew. This isn’t permanent.

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