Page 152 of The Secret We Keep
My playfulness earns me a squeeze of my thighs.
“I know,” I say truthfully, lifting to my elbows to get a better view of him. “But I’m glad you did.”
His face brightens. “Me too, curly fries. Now can I get back to losing myself in you?” He doesn’t give me time to answer. With one long, glorious lick, he brushes his tongue up my centre, making my head fall back to the bed.
“Oh my God.” My hands fly to my hair. “Paddy!”
His fingers curl into my thighs, anchoring himself, as his tongue swirls in light circles.
I moan, and when my body starts moving in time with his, something deep takes over. Like pure, unharnessed desire, he groans as he moves, as if he’s waited forever to do this.
“Paddy.” I reach down and twist my fingers in his hair.
He pushes one finger inside me, and my breath catches. My muscles squeeze tightly, and when my back arches off the bed, my lips part. Pleasure coils in my spine, sparks shooting through me. “Don’t stop.” I melt. Nerves gone. There’s no more hesitation. Just heat, and urgency as his mouth takes me to dizzying new heights.
And I let go.
Chest heaving.
Eyes wide.
Body tingling.
Heart undone.
Paddy keeps going until my back sags to the mattress. He helps bring me down, slowing his fingers and gently kissing the inside of my thighs. His tenderness has me relaxing, and after years of imagining what he just didwould feel like, nothing I dreamt up came close.
He says something unintelligible. Or perhaps it’s just the blood still ringing in my ears causing me to mishear him.
“What?”
He chuckles with a deep raspiness. The bed dips, and I’m pulled into his arms, the front of his body pressed into my back. He curls his arms around me, and his warm breath hits my neck. “I said, do you feel okay?”
Looking over my shoulder at him, I pry my eyes open from their dreamy state. “Do I feelokay?” I repeat with obvious sarcasm. “I think if you touch me there again, I’ll explode.” I curl my head back to the bed, unable to keep it upright any longer.
My admission has him laughing inwardly. “Oh, yeah?”
I bite my lip and nod, already feeling his hand slipping from around me, making me roll to my back.
Paddy rises on one elbow, the other hand pushing my legs apart. “Let’s see.” He drops his hand to my clit before he slips one finger straight inside me. “You’re so wet, curly fries.”
Currents of heat zip up my spine. “You salivated all over me.”
He laughs with a rasp. “You came on my face. That’s all you, baby.”
“Oh, God,” I say a little embarrassed, but feeling my body beginning to squeeze around him.
“Fuck, curly fries.”
“Paddy.” I grab his arm as my hips begin thrusting against his fingers. “I… I’m…” I choke, unfurling as my body shakes violently with my next orgasm.
Paddy’s mouth lands on mine, and I part my lips, letting his tongue explore.
He strokes my clit gently, mouths locked and sliding together. “You’re shaking.”
“I know,” I stammer, smiling into our kiss, enjoying how his fingers are still exploring my body.
Letting his head drop into his palm, Paddy turns his body into mine, causing his fingers to stop when pressing up against my side is his thick, throbbing penis.
