Page 49 of The Mr. Right Checklist

She makes a sinful noise, but my little chatterbox doesn’t say a word.

Determined to deliver on my promise, I blaze a path down her body and slick my tongue along her pussy, taking my first real taste of her. Her fists tighten in the sheets. “So damn sweet.” I go back for more, quickening my pace, and a pleasure-drenched sound sails from her lips, spurring me on. Sliding two fingers inside her, I move my mouth to her clit, flicking it faster and harder, and crook my fingers inside her, pumping slowly, seeking the spot that will take her higher. “Oh my,” she pants out. I return my fingers to the spot where they were and wiggle the tips. “Ohgod. That feels good. Don’t stop.”

Thank you, sunshine.

Zeroing in on that magical spot inside her, I bring my other hand into play, my fingers joining my mouth on her clit. She moves with me, and when she rocks along my fingers, riding them faster, I quicken my efforts.

Her moans grow louder, heels digging deeper into the mattress. I quicken my fingers on her clit, and it doesn’t take long before she’s writhing and “Yesyesyes—” shoots from her lips. Her body pulses tight and hot around my fingers, her loud, sensual cries rocketing off the walls. I stay with her, fucking her with my fingers, lapping up every drop of her arousal. When I feel her coming down from the high, I find that hidden spot like a heat-seeking missile, sending her right up to the peak of another climax.

When she collapses to the mattress, breathless and sated, her body jerks with aftershocks, and I kiss my way up her stomach, to her gorgeous breasts, where I linger, earning sharp inhalations with every slick of my tongue, every press of my lips. I perch above her, drinking in her beautiful, sated smile and closed eyes, and brush a kiss to her lips.

“That was . . . Wow.” Her eyes flutter open. “Do I have to call you Orgasm King now? Because I don’t think I can do that in public.”

I dip my head beside hers, kissing her neck. “Then you can call me OK for short. It’ll be our little secret.” I kiss her again, and she winds her arms around me, pushing her hands into my hair. I have a fleeting thought about how much I like the feel of it, but my cock demands something that will feel much better. I rub the shaft against her entrance.

She grinds against it. “Mm. Are you as good with your scepter as you are with your hands and mouth?”

“My scepter?” I laugh again.

“Well, you are the king. Or maybe you’re so good with your hands and mouth to make up for your lack of scepter skills.”

I scoff, kiss her hard, and move to the edge of the bed. She goes up on one elbow, watching as I stand to take off my boxer briefs. “You should do a striptease for me.”

“And you should call me Orgasm King in public, but neither one is going to happen.”

Her eyes light up as I free my cock and step out of my boxer briefs. “Now, that’s a mighty scepter.”

God, she makes me laugh. I snag a condom from my nightstand and press my lips to hers as I roll her onto her back and follow her down. “Do you want to talk about scepters all night? Because I’m dying to feel you wrapped around me and hear you cry out my name so loud, the neighbors hear it.”

She blinks up at me, whispering, “Option two, please.”

“So fucking cute.” I kiss her again and rise up on my knees. Tearing open the condom packet with my teeth, I give my cock a tight stroke.

“Again,” she says huskily.

My sunshine has a naughty side. “Nobody likes a dry hand.” I reach between her legs, but she snags my hand, pulling it to her mouth. I catch myself with my other hand beside her head, balancing as she drags her tongue over my palm several times, licks along each finger, and sucks my index finger into her mouth with a look of pure seduction in her eyes.

“Careful, sunshine. I’m already obsessed with your mouth, and seeing it wrapped around my cock is my favorite fantasy.”

“Maybe if you’re still the reigning king after this, you’ll get to live out that fantasy.”

“You know I’m an overachiever.”

“I’m counting on it,” she says sassily. “Now, how about putting that hand to good use and giving me something to fantasize about.”

Jesus, talk about fantasies. I go back on my knees and fist my cock, giving her the show she craves, and use my other hand to tease between her legs. Her eyes remain trained on my hand sliding along my dick. I can’t resist seeing how far she’ll go, and I stop touching her. “Touch yourself, beautiful.”

Her cheeks flame and her eyes find mine, the vulnerability in them enchantingly seductive.

“Come on, baby, give me something to fantasize about.” I say it as if I haven’t been cataloging her every gasp, moan, and quiver.

Her hand slides down her stomach, stopping short of her pussy, and she bites her lower lip. She was so bold in relaying what she wanted from me, her hesitation is unexpected, and surprisingly alluring. I have a visceral ache, a bone-deep desire to be the one to help her cross this bridge. “Don’t be nervous, sunshine. It’s just you and me.” I stroke myself, and her eyes shift to watch. “Like what you see? Show me how much. Let me see what it does to you. Show me what you wish I was doing to you.”

Her chest rises with her heavier breaths as her fingers slide through her slick, swollen sex. “That’s it, baby. So damn sexy.” I stroke myself faster, and her fingers match my pace. “Rub your clit, baby. I want to see you come.”

Her gaze flicks to mine, cheeks burning again. “You want me to . . . ?”

“More than I want my next breath. Make yourself come, and I promise, when I get inside you, I’ll make you come twice as hard.”