Page 88 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
And yes, I just thought the word pussy.
I might not say it, but holy molasses, I can think it.
Because it is. It’s like every second he teases and makes me wait, the more it aches for him.
The hurt suddenly goes away, and somehow gets ten times worse, when I feel his tongue on my bare skin for the first time. I scream out an unintelligible noise when I feel his mouth latch onto my center.
Goodness gracious, I think this man is going to make me swear…
He lifts my leg up, draping it over his shoulder as his mouth continues to work me. My hands are in his hair, pulling at it for some sort of relief, but also making sure he doesn’t stop.
I don’t want him toeverstop.
His tongue starts picking up the pace, rapidly flicking over my clit at a speed I didn’t know tongues could reach. It’s too much. It’s not enough. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and everything I didn’t know I was missing.
Then again, I’m pretty sure no other man can do this. This is a skill and a feeling solely reserved for Linc Kincaid.
“Linc…” His name comes out in a beg. “I feel…”
The orgasm I had the other night was sudden. I didn’t know it was happening until it did. And then holy geez, did I know it.
But right now? I feel it starting in my stomach. The sparks and sensations are coming together in a ball of fire, and ifsomething doesn’t happen in the next three seconds, I think I might actually explode.
“That’s it, Ainsley Mae. Come. Come on my face and let me lick you clean.”
Linc’s dirty words, and his mouth back on me in an instant, does me in. It’s like he flicked a switch.
“Holy Moses!” What is happening to me right now? My body is physically shaking. The one leg I’m standing on nearly gives out. The only reason it doesn’t is because Linc is there, holding onto me as he brings me down from the high.
“That was fucking beautiful,” he says, kissing my thighs as he stands back up. “My beautiful girl.”
I grab his face, pulling him in because I don’t have words right now to tell him how I feel. I don’t even know how I feel. It’s…so much.
But what I didn’t think about, because I’ve lost that ability, is that I can taste myself on his lips. If you would’ve asked me a month ago if I’d ever kiss a man after oral, I’d laugh at you, get very embarrassed, and probably say something about it not being sanitary. But now? Linc’s lips are like a drug. Knowing that he did that to me? Knowing that he wanted me so bad that he ate and licked me like I was his last meal? It has me feeling some sort of way.
And it has me wanting to give him a blow job.
He ends the kiss, breaking away with a wicked grin, but before he can say anything else, I take a page out of his book and go to my knees.
“Ainsley?”
“It’s your turn.”
I’m a little shocked, and a little hurt, that his first motion is to pick me up under my arms and stand me back up. “Ainsley, you don’t have to.”
“What if I want to?”
I take his hand in mine, walking him into his living room. He sits down, but I don’t go next to him. No, I go to my knees, because today I’m a new person, a bold person, and I don’t want to let this feeling go to waste.
“You probably heard, but I’ve never done this before,” I say as I start to unbutton his blue jeans.
“I did.” His voice is low and vibrating. And sexy as heck.
“But I want to. I feel bad that I’m the only one having fun.”
“Oh, Ainsley Mae…” He pauses, only to groan as I pull down his jeans. “If you think I’m not having fun then you haven’t been paying attention.”
I smile, still a bit nervous as I reach for the waistband of his boxer briefs. His eyes don’t leave mine as he takes off his T-shirt. “Well, I’m glad. But I still want to do this.”
