This time it isn’t pain that draws me from sleep, but pleasure.
[Description of physical sensations.]
As if sensing how close I am to waking, hands pin me to the bed, and [action continues].
My thighs shake as pressure continues to build. With my climax seconds away, I burrow my hands into soft hair and hold on tight.
When the touch edges up, sliding through my folds and flicking over my c**t, I gasp and my eyes fly open. I gaze down my naked body, beyond turned on at the sight of Jeremy, naked, with his face buried between my legs, his large hands holding my thighs open.
As if he feels my attention, he raises his head, and at the dark heat in his eyes, I swallow.
“How’s your side?” His voice is that husky growl that pierces my core.
“My side?”
“What?” I ask when he bends his head
