Page 28 of Safe Haven
“Oh god,” I groan as his tongue moves down my slit and back up before his lips grab my clit and suck.
HARD.
Nope, I was wrong, there goes my soul into his mouth. I smack the bed as I start to feel a tightening of my lower limbs. My toes curl, and heat rushes up from my chest. My neck and cheeks are on fire, and then the spasms start.
“FUCK!” I scream, not caring if the sound hurts my own head.
My hand has somehow found his bald head and is pushing him closer to me.
“Mmmhmm, one more.” What?
Then I feel his fingers teasing my entrance. My body shakes like a crack addict wanting the next fix. If this is what actual sex feels like, why the fuck haven’t I been having any?
Please, sir, can I have some more? It’s going to be my new catch phrase for the addiction I’m currently forming.
His fingers slide in, meeting no fucking resistance from my dripping cunt and twist at about knuckle deep to press on a partof me I didn’t know existed, but boy do I know now! My vision explodes into shite noise, and my brain floats on the clouds of heaven as he sucks and licks my clit while pumping his fingers into that glorious, sensitive spot.
My brain tries to provide the name, but I really couldn’t care less at the moment. My migraine is background noise to the pleasure coursing through my body.
I blink a few times and feel the blanket ripped away as Apex’s head pops up. His chin is shiny, and he licks his lips slowly.
“Better?” I nod.
“Good, let’s eat.”
Chapter Fifteen
HAVEN
How do regular people do this? This man’s face was just covered in my juices, and now he’s chowing down on coconut curry chicken. I mean, he washed his face, and god, I hope he brushed his teeth, but seriously!
“You’re overthinking it.” He reaches across, places more food on my plate, and keeps eating.
“This is not normal.” It can’t be.
“Casual sexual activity? Not for you, I guess, but for me, this is a typical Thursday night.” I stare at the grain of rice hanging off his bottom lip as he talks to me with a mouthful of food.
“I think I’m having an existential crisis.” He snorts and clears his throat after he semi-chokes on a swallow.
“You think?” Okay, he has a point. I definitely am.
“How did you make it through college without hooking up with at least one frat boy? I mean, you’re gorgeous. Have you ever seen a man naked?” I roll my eyes and notice no fucking pain.
“Of course I have. They’re just normally dead.” He stops moving with his fork halfway up to his mouth.
“What? It’s an occupational hazard.” I shrug and finally lift my own fork to eat.
Do I do it smugly cause I finally shut him up? Yes, yes, I do. Does he snap out of it and give it back to me? You bet your ass, he does.
“How’s your head?” Dick.
FUCK! DON’T THINK ABOUT HIS DICK!
“Fine. Thank you.” That makes him laugh hard.
“Never been thanked for giving a girl head.” He shakes his head, and I frown.
“I thought that was just used when referring to a blow job?” The fork falls from his hand and clatters on the plate.
