Page 120 of The Alpha and the Baker
I knew that right into the deepest parts of my heart. I knew it just like I knew I needed oxygen to breathe.
Cas let go of me and cupped my chin, tilting my head so I was gazing directly at his smoldering expression. “But I promise you, I havenoproblem devouring you, sweat and all.”
The way he stared at me simply wasn’t fair. It was also so open, so fuckingtrue,that I felt myself grow braver. What was the point in listening to that mean, insecure voice in my head when I had a partner who was clearly into me?
“I… I’m good,” I said after a breath. “Are you sure, though? Because you don’t have to.”
At his nod, I gripped the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him fiercely into a kiss, nipping at his lips. He responded in kind, his hands gripping my waist like iron. The tighter he held me, the more secure I felt, so by the time he was kneeling in front of me again, I was more than ready.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured so softly that I knew it was more of a breathless statement to himself rather than something meant for my ears. Fuck, if that didn’t make my pussy throb with want as his hands slowly slid up my thighs, like he was savoring every single inch of thigh being revealed to him as he pushed my sundress out of the way.
And then his mouth was on me.
He wasn’t a fool, who went too hard and too soon all at once, treating my poor clit like a record on a DJ’s table. No, he pressed his lips softly to my left thigh. It was barely a touch, but it made me gasp.
Once more I was struck by the conflicting urge to yank myself away from the rush of sensation that lit up every nerve along my spine, and to grab his hair and push him harder against me. I wanted him to kiss me, to lick me, to bite me, to leave markson my thighs that I could press my thumb into later when I was on break at work or alone in my bed while he tended to pack business.
“Patience,” he rumbled against my skin. How I didn’t melt right then and there, I had no idea.
I reached down with one of my hands. I couldn’t quite bury my fingers in his hair. Cas took my hand and intertwined our fingers—a promise that although he was about to drive me mad with pleasure, he would be there for me the entire time. That he would never give me more than I could handle.
But he always,always,pushed me to the edge until I went over into blissful orgasm.
“Easy for you to say,” I shot back. Normally, mouthing off like that would make him give me a little nip, but he chuckled lightly and began to kiss and lick his way to my center.
Right when I thought he was going to kiss me through my soaking panties, he skipped over to the other thigh and gave it the same treatment.
Fuck, I loved the way he always worshipped every inch of me, and how apparent he made his appreciation for the biggest part of my body that so many people had mocked me for when I was younger.
As much as I enjoyed it, though, I was getting impatient.
“Enough teasing,” I begged as he reached my pussy again only to skip over it. “Please?”
He pulled away long enough to give me another heated expression, his lips already shining and pulled into a half-smirk. “You want me to get along with it?”
I nodded eagerly, wondering if it would really be so easy.
“All right then,” he rumbled, voice so low it was barely spoken words. “Remember, you asked for this.”
Before I could open my mouth to ask what he meant by that, his free hand gripped my underwear and ripped the fabricright in two. I might have been annoyed if I was wearing one of my fancy sets, but I’d learned since our first time together that multi-packs of simple, cotton underwear were the way to go when I thought I was going to get some.
All thoughts of underthings suddenly seemed so unimportant when his mouth was on me, his lips, tongue, and nose working in tandem as he worked me up. He kissed, he licked, he sucked, making me moan and grind against his face. It was always somuch. It threatened to overwhelm my senses in a way that no one ever had and ever would.
When his mouth finally fit over my swollen clit and he began to switch between flicking it with his tongue and applying suction, I doubled over and nearly tumbled to the floor. He caught me, one hand like an iron band on my thigh and the other still gripping my hand.
“Hold on,” he murmured into my thigh and guided my free hand to his hair. “We’re just getting started.”
He wasn’t kidding.
His shifter healing definitely helped because he didn’t seem to get any sort of lockjaw despite being down there for a considerable amount of time. I didn’t take long to orgasm with him, but I wasn’t Speedy Gonzales either. It took work. Work he definitely enjoyed.
When his fingers slid into me, I was a panting, sweaty mess. My chest was heaving, my entire body was shaking, and it felt like I was flirting with my approaching orgasm but not quite ready to commit.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he growled, voice full of command that made goosebumps prickle along my heated flesh. “Wanna taste it before I fuck you right against this counter.”
Oh my god!
“I—”
