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Yeah. The thing is I don’t want to run away from this scary monster. I want to hug it and kiss it and squeeze it and love it forever and ever. And ever.
“Take a good look, babe. It’s going to be putting you to bed every night and waking you up every morning.”
Holy shit. I don’t know whether to be excited or scared. I slide my gaze back to his face, and the hunger in his eyes makes the decision for me. Definitelynotscared.
“Turn around and spread your thighs.”
Once again, I obey his command. The mattress shifts behind me and I begin to quiver, anticipating his touch. With him kneeling behind me, his dick is between my thighs and against my pussy. Shivering breaths overtake me. My body shudders as he trails his fingertips up and down my arms – slow, feather-light touches. Taking his own sweet time, his fingers travel down my sides and around my waist. I lean in to him, about ready to crumble from weakness. He flattens his palms on my stomach and slides them leisurely up to my breasts. My head falls back onto his shoulder and I moan as he begins to massage them.
“I fuckin’ love your body,” he breathes against my ear.
I groan at the loss of contact when he moves away. But then, his face appears between my legs. Fuck.
“Have a seat, doll.”
Oh. Shit. That night in Lonnie’s kitchen months ago comes rushing back. I guess he was right. I can’t believe I’m going tositon hisface. Fuck. I lower myself to his lips and he curls his arms around my thighs. His tongue flicks out, sliding up and down my lips. My thighs tremble. Gradually, he increases pace and pressure, swirling all over. All the while, he’s staring up at me as if he’s in his most favorite place in the world. How could that be? This certainly can’t be comfortable for him.Oh, God. What if I suffocate him?
“Can you breathe?” I ask in a panic.
“Who needs to breathe?” His arms tighten around my thighs and he latches on to my clit.
“Fuck…Gage!”
Shockwaves spread through my body and I have to grab the headboard for support. The harder he sucks, the faster he swirls his tongue. My brain shuts down.
“Baby Jesus.”
His eyes twinkle up at me. He’s enjoying this – the fact that he can do this to me. Who knew anyone could do that with their tongue? It’s like a fucking hurricane going on down there. I grab a handful of his hair, unable to keep my eyes open.
“Dios…coño…Gage…mierda!”
He chuckles. What the hell is so funny? Despite that, he doesn’t miss a beat. He just makes himself more comfortable, sucking the very life out of me.
“Sí…ahí…right there!”
Feeling my orgasm approaching, I grab the headboard with both hands. I just know it’s going to destroy me. The sensation starts in my toes and works its way up my body. I shiver and my muscles contract. When it hits me, I scream. I scream like it’s bloody murder, my body convulsing. Mr. Hurricane Tongue just keeps going, lapping at my sensitive clit.
“Oh, please…no…please…”
He eases up, but just to blow lightly on my clit. His hands slide up my body and he pinches both nipples as he returns to flailing his tongue mercilessly. He’s trying to kill me. That’s it. Death by orgasm.Dios mío.
“Gage…”
Before I even realize what’s happening, I come again. My shuddering body falls forward, no longer able to stay upright. He finally slows down, applying gentle licks with the tip of his tongue.
“I could live down here,” he proclaims.
He slides out from beneath me and I collapse on the bed. Icannotmove. I seriously don’t want to, either. I don’t have the will or energy. He flips me onto my back and spreads my legs wide.Oh, dear God.
“Gage, please…” Apparently, he thinks I’m begging for more because his tongue parts my lips. “No…”
“You sensitive, babe?”
He kisses my inner thighs, working his way up to my stomach. There’s a flutter in my belly as he swirls his tongue in my navel.
“No more…”
“No more? What about our deal?”
