Page 109 of Escape

A low, guttural moan filled the air around me. The sound sent a thrill of desire through me, motivating me to continue doing what I was doing, just as I was doing it.

Huck and I were in his bed, he was on his back, and I was resting on my shins, positioned between his thick muscular thighs with the fingers on one hand curled around the base of his cock. My mouth was wrapped around him, and I was doing my very best to drive him wild.

Based on his response, I could only assume I was succeeding in achieving my goal. One of his hands was on my forearm, the fingers on the other gripping my hair. Huck didn’t use his hands to control my movements. He merely kept them where they were as a means to touch me.

Of course, he inadvertently used them—his fingers pressing in on my forearm or fisting my hair—to reveal what things I did that he liked.

I’d been at him for a while—sucking, licking, and teasing—and I was loving every minute of it almost as much as Huck. Ever since the first time I’d done this for him and learned just how much he enjoyed it, I found myself wanting to do it for him regularly.

Sure, there was the part of me that recognized he’d want to reciprocate and use his mouth on me—which was close to being the best thing I’d ever experienced in my life—but that wasn’t the reason I did it.

I did it because Huck loved it.

I did it because he enjoyed it.

I did it because I wanted to give him something that could lead to him groaning like he had been.

I did it because it made me excited to make him feel good.

And that was precisely what was happening right now. I’d been working his length, sucking him in deep, and hollowing my cheeks as I pulled back. I’d used firm pressure and a steady pace. The more he groaned, the faster I went, and the deeper I took him. When my jaw needed a rest, I was still just as attentive with the licking, kissing, or fisting. Our bodies were hot, my mouth was wet, and neither of us could seem to keep ourselves quiet.

I was on another downward glide, taking him in as deep as I could, when his hand fisted my hair, and he growled, “Fuck, Josie, I love your mouth.”

I hummed my pleasure at hearing the reaction he was having to what I was doing before pulling back all the way to the tip and allowing my gaze to travel up his torso toward his face.

Huck was looking down at me, something burning in his stare. That intense heat in his eyes only made me want to please him more. So, following a beat where I freed him from my mouth to offer a mischievous smile and a soft kiss to the tip, I took him in deep again.

I’d kept my eyes on him and watched as his head dropped back onto the pillow and another guttural moan escaped. “You’re undoing me.”

I might have liked that even more.

When I did this to Huck, he always offered lots of praise. He didn’t fail to communicate with me whenever we were intimate, even if it wasn’t always verbal. He made it clear what he liked in a variety of ways. Whether he knew I found that to be motivating or not, I wasn’t sure, but I loved hearing it or feeling it. I loved knowing I was making him feel so good.

If there was one thing I’d learned recently, it was that sex and sexual acts didn’t have to feel like a chore. It wasn’t about forcing myself to do something because it was expected of me or because I was fearful of what would happen if I didn’t.

With the right person, with someone who loved and respected me, sex was beautiful. It was wonderful. I craved being able to give to Huck, to please him, because not only did I know he’d give me the same in bed, but he’d also go above and beyond in every other aspect of our lives to protect and care for me.

Huck allowed me to continue what I was doing for a while longer, letting me take him to the very edge, but then he knifed up, slipped his hands beneath my arms, and dragged me up his body.

He drove his fingers into my hair, angled my head back, and kissed along the skin at the front and side of my throat as he rolled me to my back. I already knew what was in store for me without him having yet executed it.

Because there wasn’t a chance Huck was going to miss the opportunity to return the favor and get his mouth between my legs.

Pulling his head back, he brought his eyes to mine, that fire still burning in them. “You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met, Josie. And you’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t get over it.”

“Do you like what I do to you?” I asked him.

A smile formed on his face, and he dropped his mouth to mine. He brushed his lips gently over mine and whispered, “I love everything you do, honey. Nobody has ever given me what you have.”

I smiled against his lips. “That makes two of us.”

After pressing a chaste kiss to my mouth, Huck corrected me. “I haven’t given you what you deserve yet.”

“So, what are you waiting for?” I asked, my tone teasing.

Huck kissed me once more, his lips lingering a bit this time, before he crawled his way down my body, his mouth kissing and sucking on my breasts on his way to the ultimate prize.

Much like he had been with me, my hands were constantly seeking out spots to touch him. His back, shoulders, and arms—there wasn’t any place I left untouched. And as he continued his descent, I sought out his hands that continued to touch and tease my breasts. Or when he finally threw my thighs over his shoulders and immediately began eating me, one of my hands went to his head.