Page 58 of The Bodyguard
“I’m going to take these off. Okay? Just your panties.”
I nodded. And he used both hands to slide them down my legs. Once they were gone, he spent more time just focusing on kissing parts of me. The inside of my ankle, my knee, then my thigh. None of it was scary or overwhelming. I spread my thighs and it felt like I was opening myself to him.
I heard him groan. Or was that me?
His lips and tongue and teeth high on the inside of my thigh were driving me insane.
“Garrett, I need more, I think.”
And he gave me more, sliding his finger deep inside me. I was so slick it didn’t even hurt.
“Feel that, Brin. Feel how wet you are?” He took his now-damp finger and ran it along the skin just below my belly button. I could feel the wetness but it didn’t embarrass me like I’d thought it would. “That’s how it has to be. You have to be drenched and so ready to explode. Then it will be okay when I do this.”
I didn’t know what to expect, but the feel of his tongue slipping through my folds was so different from last time. I was waxed bare, because everyone in Hollywood was waxed bare, so it was like every motion of his tongue against my skin sent shock waves through my whole body. Then he was running his tongue up and down like he couldn’t get enough of me, until finally I could feel him pushing it inside me along with his finger. Or was it two fingers? I couldn’t tell. I just felt the pressure and it was so good.
And then the flat of his tongue was there on my clit, doing this wave-like motion even as his fingers continued to thrust into me.
“Ahhh! Eeehhhh. Ohhhhh!”
I was screaming. Or keening. I couldn’t have been quiet if my life had depended on it. And then it hit, this huge, giant wave of physical pleasure from my toes to the tips of my ears until I couldn’t take it anymore and I was pressing my hand into his hair and tugging him away.
Immediately he lifted his head and smiled up at me. At least, I think he was smiling. I could see the white of his teeth. He pulled his body up along mine and I could feel his erection pressing through his cotton pants against my belly.
“Do you want me to…” I started to run my hands down his chest over his stomach.
“No,” he said, rolling to the side and taking me with him. “This wasn’t transactional, Brin. Sex between two people is about making each other feel good. And it’s always about giving, or I think it should be. Did I make you feel good?”
I nodded against his chest.
“Then I feel good because I gave that to you. Do you understand?”
I thought I did. But I still wouldn’t have been opposed to touching him. To stroking him in my palm.
Except he was getting out of the bed.
“Oh, you’re leaving now.”
He sucked in some breath. “I’m coming back. I don’t want to leave you after making you come, baby, but I need to…I need to…”
“Rub one out?” I asked, thinking back to how he’d referred to it before.
“Let’s say, relieve some pressure. Then I can hold you. Okay?”
“Okay.” I liked the sound of that. Of being held. “Also, once you’re done relieving your pressure, can you warm up some formula? I’m thinking Romeo will be getting hungry soon.”
He sighed and I thought I heard him say that he was fucked.
But I didn’t think about anything after that as I drifted off into a dreamy sleep.
