Page 41 of Sweet Girl
And when he bites my earlobe between his teeth, I go off like a rocket to the heavens.
I have no idea what I scream in the moment. I’m sure it’s all mumbled gibberish. I’m temporarily blinded by a burst of white dots from behind my eyelids, my body being taken away on a wave out to sea. I barely register the low, resonating growl that Van lets loose, as he stills above me, his head buried in my neck, and I’m flooded with the warmth of his release across my silk panties.
Van collapses along my side, his breath coming out in sharp, quick spurts. My own heartbeat is hammering against my chest and I’m filled with the most serene sensation. It’s such a heady feeling knowing that I made the guy I’ve been crushing on for months come all over me. In fact, it makes me insanely happy.
Curiosity sends my hand down to my belly to touch the evidence of his orgasm left cooling on my skin. My finger investigates the pooled moisture, swirling it around in a circular motion, making doodled artwork across my abdomen.
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, his breath hot against my ear. “Didn’t mean to get you so messy.”
“I like it.” I admit softly.
Van groans and flops on his back, his arm crooked over his face.
“God, Ky. You’re going to be the death of me.”
I’m not sure what he means, but I certainly hope it’s a good thing.
