Page 32 of Sharing Shadow Secrets
His blue eyes flick up to meet my gaze. “Because I’ve been meaning to tell you how fucking perfect you are.”
My cheeks flush, and with a tug, he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed. I giggle, excited. While he places kiss after kiss on my thighs, moving toward the known destination, I stare at the ceiling, smiling wide. Self employment has never been a better idea. I wouldn’t have said yes to this if I still had my old job.
“I’ve been wondering what you taste like,” he says, and it brings me back to the moment. “You have been all I’ve thought about since I met you.”
I close my eyes, giving into the moment, anticipating that Brandon will shatter me.
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Pulling Taylor’s thong to the side, I take her in, audibly exhaling. “You are so sexy.” I grab for her thigh, resting it over my shoulder before I flick her clit with my tongue. “Promise to be loud for me,” I say, picking up her other thigh so both are on my shoulders.
“I promise,” she says in a pant.
I take her in for a moment. Taylor makes a T-shirt dress look scandalous. I love that she’s got curves. Sticking my tongue out, I am more than ready to eat her and make her scream. Squeezing her thighs, I get to work. I slide in two fingers and flick my tongue around her sensitive areas.
“Holy shit,” she pants, as I begin making circles over her clit. I glide my hand beneath the fabric of the dress, resting it on her stomach. I press down, wanting to give her that extra sensation.
“That,” she whimpers in response. “I like that.” I want to give her what she wants, whatever she wants. I continue the exploration, roaming my hand up to her bra, squeezing the cup, then diving my hand underneath it. I make circles with my thumb over her nipple in rhythm with the ones my tongue is making. The moan that follows. It’s too sexy.
Taylor tilts her head back and rocks her hips into my face. I change the rhythm of my fingers from pumping to stroking.
“Oh my God,” she whimpers, and I need her to come. I want to hear it. I want to feel it. I move my hand from her breast back to below her belly button, intent on making her scream.
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When his hand applies pressure to my pelvis again, Brandon is added to the roster. He can do this to me whenever he wants. I want to do this and more—over and over.
“You’re so good at this,” I say, ragged.
He hums, his eyes flicking up, meeting mine. He taps my clit with his tongue while looking at me. I loudly exhale, captivated watching him. My thighs tighten as my orgasm builds.
“I’m close,” I pant.
“I don’t want you to come just yet,” he says, moving his lips to my hip bone. His fingers keep stroking inside me, but I miss the sensation on my clit.
“Please,” I beg, and I see a smirk spread across his face.
With each kiss, he is slowly moving up my body until he’s hovering above me. “Youarea good girl.”
I close my eyes, smiling.
“Know that begging is my kryptonite. Use that power with care.”
I lift my head from the pillow, needing to kiss him. His lips meet mine, pushing my head back into the pillow. I feel his thumb brush over my clit, and I flinch, getting closer to unraveling by the second.
“I like the way you taste,” he says into my neck, then licks it. “I need more.”
When Brandon’s tongue lands back on my clit, I give in, succumbing to this moment. I don’t know if I’ve ever been into this as much as I am right now. A sober hookup. A daytime hookup. Both are too rare.
I’ve never been with a guy that actually says these things. These phrases that are in all ofthosebooks. I want to ask him if he was reading them before the book I suggested but refocus on all of the sensations going on from his tongue and fingers.
“I’m right there,” I pant, and he keeps sucking. My eyes flutter shut as my back arches. My toes start to curl as my orgasm hits me like a freight train. I cry out, louder than normal, maybe the loudest I’ve ever moaned.
Brandon places soft kiss after soft kiss, alternating between my thighs as I stare up at the ceiling blissed out. He slides my legs off his shoulders and grabs for my ankles, turning me to be parallel with the bed. He crawls into bed next to me, resting his head on my chest, and I feel fucking perfect.
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Cuddling with Taylor, I share, “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
