Page 61 of That Rush

“Start slow.”

“Anything else?”

“Don’t stop every ten seconds to ask how I’m feeling.”

“Then I’ll trust you to tell me.”

“I will.”

He kisses the inside of my knee, then the sensitive skin above it. His mouth moves higher while his hands hold my thighs open with firm, steady pressure.

The first stroke of his tongue through my pussy makes my entire body jerk.

Aiden lifts his head. “Too much?”

“No.” I fist one hand in the quilt. “Again.”

He lowers his mouth.

The second lick is slower. His tongue drags from my entrance to my clit, spreading my wetness before circling the swollen bundle of nerves with maddening care. The warmth of his breath and the scrape of his beard against my inner thigh make me fight the urge to squirm away from pleasure I asked for.

“Aiden.”

He makes a low sound against my pussy that vibrates through my body.

One of his hands slides beneath me and holds me exactly where he wants me. I know he will loosen his grip the instant I ask.

I have no intention of asking.

I slide my fingers into his hair and guide him back to the pressure that made my stomach tighten.

“There,” I gasp. “Stay there.”

He stays.

His tongue works the same tight circle over my clit while two fingers press inside me again. The pleasure that kept retreating on the sofa surges back with every curl of his hand.

“That’s it,” he says against me. “Let me feel this pussy come against my mouth.”

“Oh, fuck.”

My thighs tense around his shoulders. He holds me open and keeps licking, his fingers moving inside me with exactly the pressure I begged for.

His tongue slows long enough for him to drag it through me again. The sound he makes is rough and hungry.

“Fuck, you taste good.”

The blunt approval sends heat across my skin.

“How good?” I manage.

He looks up at me with his mouth still wet.

“Good enough that I’m already thinking about the next time I get you naked.” His fingers curl inside me. “Good enough that I want you coming on my tongue until this pussy is too sensitive to take any more.”

My hips jerk against his grip.

“Then stop making me wait.”