Page 70 of Quietly Falling
“Can’t be helped.” He points to my chest. “You distracted me on purpose.”
“Of course not.”I totally did.“Anyway, my cousin Bailey met Sloane on a retreat of some kind. She narrates audiobooks in her spare time and I guess they hit it off. That was a couple of years ago and now she narrates all Sloane’s books.”
“I was going to try listening to it but now I know that your cousin is doing it I might have to switch to something else.”
“Why?” I laugh as he lifts an eyebrow and stares pointedly.
“Because there’s a lot of sex and I’m not interested in sitting across from your cousin at the next family gathering after listening to her read it.”
“Next family gathering, huh?” I ask, hopping onto the floor and rounding the island to stand next to him.
“I already told you,” he murmurs, lifting me onto the cool granite and pushing himself between my legs.
“I think maybe I toldyou.” The response is cheeky but Ihadtold him. I licked him and that made him mine.
“Guess I need to catch up then.” Fingers slipping under the hem of my skirt, I gasp as Bodhi grabs the scrap of lace and pulls it down my thighs. “Lie back.”
Heat scorches my body with that single command that I can’t help but obey as he throws my legs over his shoulders and grips my ass cheeks in his hands.
Gasping and moaning as he blows little hot puffs of air on my center, the need for contact makes my hips buck up off the counter.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” The reverence in his voice makes me whimper, the need for him overwhelming because all I want ismore.
“Bodhi, please.”
“You don’t see how sexy you look all spread out like this, wet and begging. Even if you don’t say the words, baby, I can tell. Your skin is flushed, your nipples hard little peaks under your shirt while your pussy glistens for me, your thighs trying desperately to squeeze together for some relief.”
“Oh my God, yes, please, baby. I need it.”
“I willneverget tired of hearing you beg for me,” he murmurs, seconds before licking up the length of my slit, his tongue lashing at my clit, holding me open so all I can do is just take the onslaught of pleasure.
The contrast of cold against my heated flesh builds my orgasm at an alarming rate while I simultaneously try to hold it off and dive willingly over the edge.
It’s the most beautiful conundrum and one I won’t have to worry about much longer as he sucks my clit into his mouth and I burst into a thousand little pieces.
His name falls from my lips as I ride out every wave of pleasure, soaking up every second of this incredibly beautiful moment.
“That was too quick,” he complains, a breathy laugh escaping me as I try to look up at him.
“That’s what happens when I don’t see my boyfriend for a week.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“Yours,” I manage with a straight face, looking back up at the ceiling. “I forgot how magical your tongue is.”
“That it?”
“No, I missed that virgin cock of yours too.”
“Formerly virgin.”
“Don’t ruin my fun.”
“Apologies.”
“You’re forgiven.”
“Is that right?”
