Page 90 of The Bodyguard Affair
“Fuck,” I hiss. “You want to sit on my face while I eat your pussy?”
“Mm-hm.”
I back up on the bed and motion for her to come with me. She straddles my chest, a little unsure what to do with herself. Ipull her arm upward, bringing her over me, taking a second to stop and admire her. “Stunning” doesn’t even start to describe her.
“Hold on to the headboard,” I instruct.
She does as she’s told, and I can tell by her face that she’s a little anxious. I start slow and soft, running the flat side of my tongue over her, and it’s game over. For both of us. She gasps, nearly collapsing over me. “Fuck, Nolan.”
“You okay?”
She nods, her legs still tense on either side of my head.
“Do you know how long I’ve imagined this? How long I’ve imagined how good you taste?” I ask, which makes her ease up a little. “So fucking sweet.”
When I sweep from the front to the back, she nearly loses it, tensing her stomach. “Fuck,” she manages.
“If you like it, I want to hear that you like it. You’re holding back. If you want me to stay on your clit, tell me.”
“Keep going, right there. Please.”
“Keep going until you come?” I clarify, ready to absolutely devour her.
“You’re going to—” she starts, finally letting herself relax into me, grinding herself into my face. Her thighs clench as I lap her up. It’s not long before she’s riding my face, taking what she wants, angling me exactly how she likes it.
“Scream. Show me how much you like this,” I say, my lips vibrating against her. And she does. Loud. It’s music to my ears as she grips the headboard, her body trembling over me as she rides my face with abandon. I want to burn this image of her losing it, of her tits bouncing over me, into my memory for all of eternity, if possible.
“I’m sorry if I was a little much.”
“Are you kidding me? Andi, do you know how hot it is that I can get you off like that?”
“You’re lying.”
“I swear on everything, it was. I almost came just from the sound and taste of you coming alone.”
“That was…I’ve just never done that before. And not just sitting on someone’s face. Actually being vocal, you know? It was different.”
“Good different?”
“I think so.”
“Well, good. Because I like a woman who knows what she wants in bed.”
Her eyes blaze. “Oh yeah? So if I beg you to fuck me right now, that would turn you on?”
“Sweetheart, you don’t ever have to beg. How do you want it?”
“I want you to fuck me from behind.”
“Get on your hands and knees,” I order, grabbing a condom from the drawer. When she does, I inch myself forward into position right behind her, rolling it on. “Spread your knees.”
I run myself along her seam and nearly detonate right then and there. I’ve imagined what it would feel like to be inside of her, and fuck, I don’t know if I can handle it.
Finally, she pushes back against me, absorbing my tip. I suck in a breath, feeling her close in around me. It’s the best fucking feeling in the world.
“We have to go slow,” I manage. “You’re so tight.”
She nods, rolling her hips back to take a little more. “More,” she whispers. We go glacially slow, not just for her, but for me. As she sinks lower and lower, she pulses and grips around me,and I swear to god, I feel every single thing. It’s disorienting, how every single nerve ending is pulsing and tensing. I am officially ruined.
