Page 94 of Outlaw Heartstrings
Holy fucking goddamn shit!!!
Something inside me contracts.
Then everything inside me explodes.
And waves and waves of breath-stealing ecstasy wash over me. It’s like nothing I have ever experienced in my entire time on this earth.
Easton doesn’t stop eating me. He just keeps going. He just keeps going as I climax.
When my thigh muscles finally release, I spit my panties out of my mouth and muster up the strength to give Easton a weak push backward. The man emerges from between my legs.
Mouth drenched. Forehead sweaty. Victory in his eyes.
“Oh my god, Easton…” is all I can mutter.
Wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, he settles on the bench beside me again, wrapping his arms around me. “Are you okay?”
My chest heaves as I struggle to wrap my mind around what I just experienced.This? This is what I’ve been missing out on all these years? Damn.
Allowing my weak body to sag against his, I bury my face in the curve of his neck and smile breathlessly to myself. “I think so…” I hear myself mumble.
But I’m really not sure if I’m okay. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be okay again.
Because—Wow!
I listen to the sound of Easton’s heart pounding. I hear the way it gradually slows from a roaring, erratic drum to a mellow, rhythmic beat. Everything is wet and the smell of sex lingers in the air, intoxicating me.
Eventually, Easton pulls back slightly, allowing his lips to sweep across my forehead. “Come on. Let’s get you inside.”
He picks up the discarded blanket and my ruined panties from the wooden floor. Then he opens the door and ushers me inside. I head down the darkened hallway, my heart thumping with anticipation as he follows me into the small bathroom.
Unsure of what Easton has planned, I reach for a clean rag on the shelf.
“Let me.” He takes the cloth from my hand, dampening it with warm water from the sink.
With his hands on my hips, he backs me against the wall, looming above me. He gently wipes the sweat from my forehead, neck and chest. The heated way his eyes follow the trail of the rag makes goosebumps rise all over my skin.
Then Easton shocks the shit out of me when he lowers to his knees and hikes my leg over his shoulder. His eyes explore my womanhood slowly while he thoroughly cleans me between the thighs.
Oh…my…god.
I can’t help but whimper. By the time he stands to his feet, I’m becoming a horny mess all over again. He drops the damp rag onto the edge of my bathtub.
“I need to get going,” he says, his normally smooth voice, rough like gravel tonight.
“Maybe you could…stay,” I hear myself suggest.
I want him so badly. Virgin or not, if he took me to my bedroom right now, I would give him anything he asked me to. And judging by the hardness that I’m squirming against at the moment, I’m fairly certain he wants me, too.
More than that, I want to fall asleep with his arms around me, with my cheek on his chest, with his lips on my forehead. I crave the intimacy.
“Sorry, Tiny Tiger,” he mutters against my swollen lips. “I’ve already crossed so many lines. I wouldn’t be a very good genie if I took things any further right now.”
Fuck. He’s right.
Pulling his hair and coming all over his face is not exactly what I had in mind when I requested that we make out on the porch tonight. Maybe we do need to slow it down.
When I stick out my lip and pout, he kisses me one last time. His tongue darts into my mouth. I suck hungrily on it, feral at the lingering taste of sex in his mouth.
