Page 86 of Lucky Laces
Andup.
And did I sayup?
“What are you—?”I choke out when he has me straddling the top of his chest.
“Don’t need to worry about my leg if you’re up here, sweetheart.”
I sputter, but I don’t get any words out.
Mostly because he gives me another tug and I fall forward, hands gripping the top of the headboard…and my vagina is on his face.
His face.
Oh, my God.I’m sitting on his face.
I’ve read about this—alot.
But I’ve never done it…and I’m not even sure how to begindoingit.
Luckily, he doesn’t seem to have any of the same reservations.His big, warm, slightly roughened palms settle on my ass and?—
“Oh, fuck!”I cry.
Because his mouth is on me.His tongue isinme.
“Don’t be shy, baby,” he says, nipping in the inside of my thigh.“Ride my face.”
I shudder, all the breath rushing out of me.“What if I smother you?”
His smile—good God, hissmilehas me practically coming right there and then, and his words send a shiver through me.“Then I’d die a happy man.”
“Hudson—”
Another tug and I’m flush against him, his lips and tongue working me, his hands on my ass encouraging me to do as he commanded.
To ride his face.
I start off shy, hesitant.
Then he growls, “Fuck, you taste good,” and finds a sweet spot with his tongue.
I jerk…and find that the stubble on his jaw dragging along my sensitive flesh spirals me even higher and I stop thinking, lose the hesitancy, and start moving faster.
Harder.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he encourages, speaking against my slick folds, his words vibrating through my nerves, sending me closer to the edge, so close that I’m peeking over, preparing to jump off that cliff into the pool of release below.
“Oh, God,” I whisper, feeling it now.
Just.Right.There.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he rasps, and I gasp again.But I don’t stop moving.
Neither does he.
He works me faster, my hips grinding against him, seeking out that edge, the pleasure that’s just out of reach.
And then he does something with his tongue.
