Page 69 of Don't Go Breaking My Heart
She makes a broken, desperate sound, hips rocking against my face, grinding down harder, and I grip her thighs to keep her still.
Hold her where I want her as I devour her, tongue fucking her until she’s trembling, gasping, moaning, groaning.
And I’m nowhere near done with her yet.
Smooth.
Bare.
Pussy.
My hips rock against the mattress, friction setting my nerves on fire, and I bite back a groan, fighting to keep my focus on her.
We’re both so hot for one another. Have been for days. I can’t walk into a room with her in it anymore without my heart racing…
The taste of her is all I can think about right now; sweet and intoxicating—like the way she sounds gasping my name—breathless, wrecked—makes me ache everywhere.
I drag my tongue over her clit, circling, sucking, loving the way she trembles beneath me. Her thighs quiver against my cheeks, her heels digging into the mattress as she rocks against my face, chasing every stroke like she’s starving for it.
She’s close to coming.
So close.
I want to fuck her…
Bury myself inside, bang her so the bed is slamming into the wall. Sweaty, wild.
Naked.
Wet.
“Oh god…” she moans. “Oh god…”
Yeah. Fucking come.
Harder.
Harder.
“Oh fuck, Turner, ohhh…”
I keep my tongue on her clit, keep my fingers buried inside her, dragging out every last shudder and gasp and broken, breathless moan.
Boneless.
Trembling mess.
I can’t see it, but I can feel it.
In the darkness, all I can hear is her breathing—soft, uneven, still catching up. All I can feel is the way she’s splayed out beneath me, open and vulnerable, chest rising and falling against my cheek as I crawl up her body.
When I settle beside her, the room is still and quiet, the only light a sliver of moon filtering in through the blinds. I can’t see her face, but I can feel the way she’s watching me, her fingers reaching out to brush against my jaw, tracing the rough line of stubble there.
“You okay?” I murmur, voice rough, words falling into the darkness between us.
Her breath hitches. “So good.” She pauses. “Turner?”
“Mmm?”
