Page 11 of Hot Assets: The Carmichael Triplets

My knees jerked upward, framing his upper thighs. My hips lifted, instinctively seeking his.

When he came off my breast, he rested his forehead against the center of my chest. “Play with your tits, Andi.”

I couldn’t help it. Surprise had me blinking at him.

“Your tits,” he said, his voice deepening. “Touch them.”

Then he bent and kissed my sternum before he scooted downward, his gaze locking with mine until I lowered my hands to cup my breasts. His eyes narrowed, and it was like I could hear what he was thinking. He wanted more.

So, I pinched the tips and gave them a little twist, the sting causing my hips to rise again; this time, my mound touched his upper abdomen. My eyelids sank, nearly closing.

He moved downward, kissing and sucking at my skin. His tongue circled my belly button before pressing into it. A quick arc of electricity lifted goose bumps on my skin, and more liquid flowed inside me. When he glided his tongue toward my mound, my breath caught, and I reached out to grip his hair, shocked now that he was going there. Yes, I knew it was a thing, but the thought of his face there, smelling me, tasting me—I cringed with embarrassment.

He thumbed my outer labia and lifted his head. “Princess, do you think you won’t like it?”

I looked at the ceiling. “I’m afraid you won’t. That you’re only doing this…because…you don’t want me to change my mind or because you think I need it.”

He stuck out his tongue and licked the tender skin above my mound, all the while staring up at me, waiting for me to lower my gaze. When I did, he said, “Andi. Let go of my hair.”

I swallowed hard and nodded, then slowly straightened my fingers.

“Your tits,” he said, glancing at my nipples.

“Bossy, aren’t you?”

“You’ll like this almost as much as I will,” he whispered, then dove downward, his tongue lapping through my folds in a long glide, lifting when he touched my swollen clitoris, and damn, now I knew what that felt like. I hissed through my teeth, and he chuckled.

“Baby, I’ve just started.”

While I molded my hands over my breasts, his thumbs opened me, and he licked between the inner and outer folds, then nibbled playfully at the edges before he pointed his tongue and circled my opening. He drew back his head and stared downward. “You’re not fully…open, baby.” His gaze lifted to mine, questioning.

I shrugged. “I’ve only ever done some heavy petting.”

“You’ve never fucked?”

I grew a little alarmed. His face was still right there, and he wanted to have a conversation? Now? “I’ve never had a man inside me. No.”

“But you’re beautiful, and I’ve seen you with that guy…”

“Henry, yeah. But we’ve never…fucked.”

His lips twitched. “Was that hard to say?”

“About as hard as it is to hold a conversation while my pussy is in your face.”

He shook his head and then tapped my clitoris. “You sure you want this? With me?”

I couldn’t imagine giving my virginity to anyone else. I nodded. “Please.”

“Well, this has to go,” he said, a finger entering me and rotating. “My dick would shrivel if it ever hurt you.”

“No, it wouldn’t,” I whispered.

“No, it wouldn’t,” he said softly, “but I’d regret it.”

I wrinkled my nose because whatever he was doing was stretching me. Again, he rotated his finger, then thrust another inside, using my moisture to lubricate his fingers as he began stroking into me. Then he bent his head. “Your clit, baby. Ever had a guy suck it?”

“Guys do that?” I said, half-joking because he was already mouthing it, and I was sure my eyes were rolling back into my head as a long, loud moan left my throat.

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