Page 102 of Tangled Like Us
He kisses me like he’s dying to taste my words andneed, and then he whispers against my mouth, “Change of plans.”
I nod in agreement. Our eyes say the same exact thing.We need more.
We want more.
“What’s…the new proposal?” I pant and watch him stand up at the foot of the bed.
Towering, he clasps my ankle and tugs me toward the edge of the mattress.
He yanks my pale yellow jeans down my thighs. “I’m eating out your pussy.”
An irrepressible noise breaches my lips. “Yes,” I gasp, nearly crying out in happiness. “Yes…please.” Words jumble in my head as he continues without pause.
Thatcher pulls my jeans off each foot, revealing my cheetah-print panties, and his hand slopes down the length of my soft leg, stretching me wider, and another noise jettisons between my parted lips.
“Thatcher.” I tremble.
His knee meets the floor, and he kisses my inner-thigh, his warm breath electrifying nerve-endings. His mouth ascends to my heat.
I sink back onto my shoulders, my body tightening with each breath, but I turn my head and feverishly try to watch this dream-like scenario unfold.
Our eyes meet in raw yearning, and he pushes aside my panties. His thumb teases my clit, and my back arches.
I inhale sharply.
He watches my pleasured spasms, and he replaces his thumb with his tongue—I can’t catch my breath, I already cry out.
My legs already quiver.
“Thatcher.”
His mouth knows exactly what parts of me crave touch and his skill—and a shockwave zips through my veins.
“Oh God,” I cry, shaking in an orgasm. Oh so quickly.
I reach around my leg and clutch his broad shoulder for support. He hits another pleasure point—and my toes curl, eyes snapping shut.
Oh God.I try to keep them open. To watch in case this only ever happens once.
He kneads my breast before snapping off my bra.
I gasp, entirely overcome.
He stands up some, bracing his knee on the mattress, and he cups my heat with his large palm that clenches and thrums. His other hand pulls off my bra.
He returns to my exposed breasts, and his tongue teases my hardened nipple. He sucks the sensitive flesh, and the image is enough to make me come once more.
A soft, breathy moan escapes my quaking body. I’m soaked against his palm that still cups me. It’s as though he’s protecting my clit, knowing it’s too swollen to toy with again just yet.
And I feel like I’ve been withboysin contrast. No one could satisfy me this quickly or without copious amount of direction. Which isn’t bad, per se, just different. But I think I preferthis.
I prefer an experienced man.
I prefer him.
Trying to catch some breath, I manage to say, “You’re very…knowledgeable…”
He holds my gaze in the hottest vice. “I love your pussy.” Cut and dry. To the point.
