Page 62 of Haunt Me, Maybe

My head tossed on the bed, and I bit the fleshy part of my palm to stop myself from screaming. I bucked against Wes’s hand, and he responded by making a beckoning motion with those fingers inside me. Blood boiled in my veins and throbbed between my legs. Wes’s mouth grazed my belly button before nipping at the tender skin of my navel.

Lower.

So crazed, I barely registered his lips moving. Not until he blew a cool stream of air right over my clit.

“So pretty,” he crooned.

Oh, Goddess. He was right there. Down there. Looking at me. I knew without a shadow of a doubt what he planned to do, and I had no escape but to bite my lip nervously while I waited for the contact. However, nothing could prepare me for the feel of Wes giving my slit a leisurely lick.

I drew in a sharp breath, and it locked in my lungs. That devious tongue flicked across my sensitive nub in hard, tight circles before he latched his mouth on me and sucked.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

My hands shot down to grab his hair, and they pushed at his head from the intensity, but he wouldn’t be moved. He sucked and rolled his tongue, nibbled and licked. Drove me insane with sensations I didn’t even know were possible.

Scooping both hands under my knees, he threw one leg, then the other, over his shoulders and met my gaze. My heels pressed into his back, but his hold on me was absolute, and his eyes glowed with mirth, like he enjoyed my attempts anyway.

He wasn’t letting go. Not until he broke me down into nothing but a puddle.

Working his fingers in time with his mouth, he somehow angled in just the right way, and pleasure pulsed through my body. This was different from what I imagined and so much more intense. I wasn’t sure I could survive it.

All feeling in my body narrowed down to one spot. My thoughts and movements were out of my control, all geared toward reaching that pinnacle he slowly and skillfully kept out of reach. I was close, and he knew it.

He upped the intensity. Without warning, his hands tipped my hips off the bed. Reaching with his thumbs, he spread me and licked a solid stripe right through the center. Shocked by the suddenness, my hips arched even more. Wes went with it, grabbing the back of my thighs and pushing them up and out, so that I was completely open.

I had no time to fret over it. Not when he rolled my clit between his lips and reached back between my legs to thrust two fingers deep inside me. I pulled his hair sharply and screamed, and his responding growl sent vibrations through my clit.

“Give it to me, Aven.” His lips moved against me, and that somehow made me tighten even more around him. “I’m going to break this pussy open on my tongue.”

He quickened the pace of his fingers, and that was it. Blinding white light consumed my vision. My heart pounded in my ears as I rode a tidal wave of sensations straight into cardiac arrest. At least, that’s what it felt like.

When my vision returned, I was gasping for breath. There was no feeling in my legs, so I saw more than felt Wes lower me back onto the mattress.

The soaking. Wet. Mattress.

I’d done that. Gushed all over the bed—all over him. And he’d seen—been so close⁠—

“Hey, look at me.”

My hands were over my face, hiding me while simultaneously trying to keep me from getting any oxygen. What had I done?

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said, hand still warm and sticky on my thigh.

How could I not be?

“Did I look embarrassed when you had your mouth all over me?”

“It’s not that,” I answered, muffled by my smothering hands. “Yours wasn’t…messy.”

Wes laughed, and I dropped my hands to glare at him.

“It’s not funny!”

He still chuckled but reached out to brush the hair from my face. “I’m sorry. I’m thinking about what your reaction will be next time…when I have the chance to finish exploring you.”

I frowned. Finish exploring? Was he not just all over my wilderness? Did he think there was more hidden behind an illusion? There was no part of me left untouched. But his grin was knowing and dirty.

“There’s another hole down there I haven’t introduced myself to yet.”