Page 58 of The Back Forty
Lawson was right.
The teasing, the edging, everything that’s lead up to this moment has made it so much more sensitive and intense. And to think I never likedforeplay until now.
“Lawson, fuck—fuck, I’m coming,” I gasp, the words nearly unintelligible through the pleasure building in every cell of my body.
“Give it to me, baby. Come on my face.”
That’s all it takes.
My orgasm detonates. It’s wild, uncontrollable, explosive. I cry out as I shatter, thighs shaking, hips bucking, body pulsing. I squirt, at least I think I do because that’s a first, and Lawson groans, deep and dirty.
“Shit, Dani—fuck yeah,” he growls like he’s the one coming. His mouth moves over me, working me through it, lips and tongue and praise and filth until I collapse over the back of the couch with my arms, completely boneless and spent.
But he doesn’t stop.
He keeps kissing my pussy, my clit, my thighs, murmuring how sweet I taste, how fucking good I just came. I don’t remember the moment he scoops me up, but I’m in his arms, pressed to his chest, and then I’m being lowered onto a soft bed—mybed, I realize hazily.
He disappears for a second, then returns with a warm, damp wash cloth. I flinch when he touches between my legs, but he’s gentle and careful. Just like the way he was in Texas when he dressed me, brushed my teeth and tucked me into bed.
And when he’s done, he looks down at me with eyes I can’t read. Tender. Intense. There’s a tent in his pants, an unmistakable sign of his arousal, and I open my mouth to say something, but he just shakes his head, a slow smile curling at the edges of his lips.
“I can—” I start, but my voice is scratchy and wrecked. It’s been a long day, and that orgasm just ended whatever strength I had left in me.
“Just say I was right. That’ll be enough for me for tonight,” he says.
I try to sit up, but my muscles give out, so I flop back and laugh, throwing an arm over my eyes. “You were right. You were so fucking right. Happy now?”
He chuckles. “Very, actually.”
“I mean, unless you want to attach your face to me permanently, I’m still gonna need the vibrator.”
His eyes darken as he watches me, silent, unreadable again, and I wonder what’s running through his mind.
Was this just about the debate? Was that all it ever was? Or did something shift between us downstairs? Did I take things too far with that comment? Why is it so fucking confusing with him sometimes? Why can I read his mind before he says something in a boardroom but out of it, I have no idea what he's thinking.
“Good night, Dani,” he says finally. And then he turns and walks out, disappearing into the hall before I can say another word, leaving me tangled in the sheets with a messy head, a satisfied pussy, and way too many big, stupid feelings.
I guess it was just about the stupid argument after all.
Chapter 23 – Lawson
I couldn’t sleep after leaving Dani’s bedroom. For obvious fucking reasons, of course.
I'd just tasted the best pussy of my life. It was sweet, warm, so good it short-circuited my brain, and it belonged to the woman that I’ve spent the past year trying my damnedest not to notice. Someone who along the way I've become friends with and developed genuine respect for. The one that I’ve gone out of my way to keep things professional with. No lingering stares. No lingering thoughts.
I’ve beensofucking good.
Until last night broke me.
And now that I’ve had her, now that I’ve felt her come apart on my face, tasted the way that she shatters when she's properly teased and prepared—there’s no going back.
I jacked off like a teenager the second I got back to my room. Her name in my mouth, her taste still on my tongue, my fist tight around my cock until I came hot all over my stomach, groaning her name into the empty room like some love-struck idiot.
And yeah, sure, I might’ve fantasized about her sucking me off on her knees instead of my hand, her lips stretched around me, eyes wide, messy and desperate. But even then, I knew she still thought this was all just a game last night. She thought I was still playing into another one of our ridiculous debates.
But there was nothing fucking playful about the way I ate her pussy once I got a taste. That was worship. That was surrender. That was months of restraint snapping all at once and culminating in release.
And now, this morning, I’m wrecked.
