Page 30 of Cinnamon Strudel
Once her pussy was bare, he settled between her thighs again. Her heart raced so fast that it made her head spin, and his tongue darting out and licking a slick path to her clit didn’t do much to calm her libido either.
Moaning, she snapped a hand down to her man’s neck. “It’s okay. You don’t have to.”
His hands grabbed her waist and held her still. He repeated the motion with his tongue pressing down on her clit as she desperately tried to wriggle out of his grip. Flames licked through her bloodstream as heat pooled in the pit of her stomach. When she didn’t stop moving away from him, he pushed his hands under her thighs and grabbed her wrists, pinning them to either side of her body.
“Why are you fighting me?”
“You don’t have to do that,” she repeated weakly, fighting to get her hands free again, but Morgan wasn’t relenting.
Morgan fell silent, turning his head to feather a kiss over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Are you saying that because you don’t enjoy it, or because you are afraid,Iwon’t enjoy it?”
She stilled, his words sinking in as she parted her lips. She already had the lie on her tongue—the one she’d perfected with Rick, knowing that he would be annoyed if she asked him to do that for her. Another kiss to her other thigh, and a sweet adoring smile beaming up from between her legs had her pivoting the thought. “Willyou enjoy it?”
“I will. Has a man led you to enjoy it less?”
She took a deep, centring breath, trying to relax. “Yes.”
“I know how hard it is to trust someone you barely know, but please do when I tell you that I will take great pleasure in spoiling you.” His tongue spread her folds before he teased a kiss against her clit. “You’ll see, darlin’.”
She shivered, deciding that her new pet name was theonlyway she wanted to be addressed from that moment forward. She focused on her breathing, the tension in her body slowly dissolving with each exhale as Morgan’s tongue swiped through her folds again. She whimpered as he reached her clit and swirled over the sensitive pearl. Her thighs shook as he sucked, the fire simmering in her veins exploding.
His skilled tongue played, teased, and danced across her clit. Her head rolled back into the pillows, nails biting into where his wrists pinned hers to the mattress. Morgan groaned and loosened his grip, rubbing the ache away. Eyes closed, she tried to banish the guilt she’d learned to experience when receiving that type of pleasure from a partner. The clock ticked in the back of her mind, reminding her she didn’t have long before he would stop and demand that she return the favour.
Instead, Morgan continued to lick and suck like he hadn’t eaten in days. Her toes curled and her insides melted. Even though he was doing all the right things, she wasn’t even close to climax. Her thoughts spun and the more she feared the nearing end, the more it took her out of the moment and catapulted her miles away from the finish line.
“Morgan…” she pleaded, unsure of what she was even asking for.
“Shh. You’re doing so well, darlin’.” Her pet name and a flick of his tongue had her hips arching for more. “Good, just like that. Let your man take care of you.”
Oh god.
More pressure as he flattened his tongue against her clit and made her thighs twitch. Her eyes rolled back, rocking herself against his mouth. His responding groan vibrated through the air as he worked her faster.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged, tears burning behind her eyelids.
As if to reassure her, Morgan pressed harder and swirled his tongue around her swollen clit. Her mind calmed, diving into the pleasure and losing track of time as he rewarded her with wordless praise.
“Don’t stop,” her words were barely audible as a tear slipped down the side of her face and over her temple. “Please.”
And he didn’t, his thumbs lovingly caressing the soft skin of her wrists as he assaulted her clit with his mouth. Her thighs clenched around his head, toes curling against the sheets and her body coiling up against him. She was so close, closer than she’d ever been with a man.
“Again,” she begged when he sucked her hard and made a wondrous motion with his tongue.
He did. Over and over, Morgan made her body beg for more. He didn’t stop—wouldn’tstop. And when that realisation sunk into her whole being, she slid off the edge and into her orgasm. She was safe with him, allowed to take her time. Not under any pressure to find her release. She hadn’t even known that was all the comfort she needed.
Tears spilled as his kisses softened and trailed up to her stomach. “You did wonderfully, darlin’.” Soft, wet lips feathered around her bellybutton before he shifted and braced himself beside her head and cupped her cheek. “Oh sweet, gorgeous Ruby,” he hummed, feeling her tear-dampened skin.
“I’m sorry,” she sniffed, her body quivering as she rested her arms around his neck.
“There’s no need to apologise. Have I hurt you?” he asked, worry clouding his stunning green eyes as he held up her wrist to inspect it.
“The opposite.”
His lips softly pressed against her cheek, his fingers lacing between hers as he pressed their hands into the mattress above her head. “You did so well.”
This was humbling, so much so that her heart felt as if it was going to burst. “You didn’t stop.”
“I didn’t, darlin’.” A kiss to her forehead. “I promised you, didn’t I?”
