Page 434 of One More Kiss

VADA

The wordsall but leave his lips before his mouth is back on mine. I take everything he gives me—his tongue, his hands, his body. I want it all. Even if it’s temporary—a quick fix—I want it. I want him.

His touch consumes me, taking away my breath all in one motion. He palms my ass cheeks and lifts me up until my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. Feeling his erection against my leg, I rock my hips against him until I feel the tip of his cock against my clit. His piercing is giving me all kinds of curious and naughty thoughts.

“Vada, fuck,” he growls against my ear. “Any time you do that, I want to bend you over and fuck that tight little ass.”

I swallow, rotating my hips once again. “Would this be the appropriate time to say, Henry?” I joke, knowing that even if I wanted to use our safe word, I wouldn’t unless I truly meant it.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he drawls, walking us to the bed, “I haven’t even started to make you question your decision to be with me yet. At least wait out the good stuff.” He winks, laying me down once we reach the mattress.

“I’ve been questioning my decisions since the moment you opened the door.”

He towers over my body with his hands firmly planted on both sides of me. Leaning down just enough to brush his lips against mine again with my legs still wrapped around his waist, he whispers, “It’s freeing, isn’t it? Once you stop overthinking and analyzing every little thing, you start learning how to have fun again.”

“I think it’s safe to say I haven’t been thinking straight since I got here,” I admit.

“So why start now?” He flashes his infamous panty-melting smirk that keeps me hypnotized.

I roll my eyes playfully, agreeing that being with him would indeed be freeing. Maybe even a little careless.

“So you’re saying if I have sex with you, I’ll magically get over my writer’s block and finish my manuscript?” I tease, although the thought is intriguing.

“Baby, you have sex with me, and you won’t be able to type fast enough.” He feathers his kisses down my jawline and neck, landing on my earlobe.

My hair cascades around me as I laugh at his overconfidence. Although I have zero doubt the man’s performance will be nothing short of amazing, I have to remind myself that this thing between us can only be physical.

“Sounds like a T-shirt slogan. Have sex with Ethan Rochester and never have writer’s block again! You’d have a line of women around the block.”

He lifts his head, the corner of his mouth tilts up as if he’s giving it some real thought. “You willing to give me an editorial review? You know, to put on the website and all.”

“You wouldn’t need a review. Just a picture of your abs and python-sized cock, and they’d be running over each other faster than a sale on Black Friday.”

“Okay, now you’re just making me sound like a piece of meat. I have feelings, you know.”

“There’s no feelings in fucking,” I remind him, although I’m the one who needs convincing.

“Fuck,” he growls, the tip of his cock torturously brushing against my clit again as he roughly palms my breast. “I think that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard a woman say.”

“Yeah? Well, show me like you mean it then,” I challenge, arching my hips because the way he’s taunting me drives my body insane. His piercing rubs against my pussy again, and I’m two seconds away from flipping him over and riding him like the Raging Bull roller coaster at Six Flags—hard and fast.

He leans back briefly, reaching into the nightstand near the bed and opens the drawer. At first, I’m confused, but then I see he pulls out a strip of condoms. Jesus, does he buy them in bulk? Or perhaps he should just buy stock in the damn things. He probably already does.

He tears one off but doesn’t open it. I watch as he kneels down between my legs and without saying another word, grabs my thighs and pushes my knees to my shoulders.

“Ah!” I yelp, surprised by his quick movements. My ass is hanging off the edge of the bed as he kneels on the floor and presses his mouth directly on my clit.

The moment his tongue sinks inside me, I feel my body floating. His hands palm my ass cheeks as he devours me like the starved man he is. He moans in pleasure as he licks up and down my slit, bringing me closer to the edge with every calculated movement.

“Holy fuck, Ethan,” I blurt out, my head falling back as I arch my body and his tongue slides in deeper. My nails dig into the sheets, and I’m clawing at them with every long stroke he gives me. The way he rotates the tip of his tongue has me moaning and screaming, both wanting more and needing the release.

His mouth takes no prisoners.

A finger slides inside, and he fucks me as he tastes my arousal. I’m so close, but the moment I’m about to come, he teases me with another finger. I’m ready. I need it so fucking badly, and just as my body tightens, he slips one of his fingers into my tight ass.

“Oh my God!” I squeal, my nails digging deeper into the mattress.

It’s so unexpected, and the feeling is so foreign, yet the moment my body relaxes, I know I’ve never come that hard from oral before.

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