I scrambled to do as I was told, on my back, leaning against my elbows, my legs falling open.
He stood over me, still erect. I felt the weight of his hooded gaze like it was the rough glide of his tongue along my curves. He sucked on his lush lower lip.
My heart was in my throat waiting for him to touch me.
He ran a hand up my thigh, tracing the path with his lips. Ro hadn’t shaved in a few days, and his stubble chafed the tender skin on my inner thighs. He ran his tongue under my bikini underwear. So near and yet so far. I wriggled out of them, pitching them across the room into the shadows.
He flicked his tongue to my c**t.
My breath caught. I curled my fingers into his locks. “More.”
He did it again, a million tiny licks that set me aflame but did nothing to quench the clenching g
