Page 40 of Heart Like Yours

Cool air breezes over my sensitive pussy and I reflexively try to close my legs. Garrett’s hands find the insides of my thighs and he pushes them back open.

“Don’t even think about it. I have been dreaming of this moment for years. Don’t hide from me.” He licks his lips, openly staring at me with a hunger I’ve never seen glinting in his eyes.

Garrett slides back, knocking some of the long-forgotten snacks to the ground as he adjusts to lie between my thighs. Wrapping one arm underneath my leg, he keeps me spread before him. His warm breath fans over me and I groan in encouragement when his fingers tease between my folds.

I prop myself up on my elbows, wanting to watch everything he does. At least that’s the plan until he swipes his tongue up my slit. My head drops back and my eyelids flutter shut when he repeats the movement, this time with his fingers following close behind.

“Keep those eyes on me, Sweetheart.”

I snap them open, immediately finding him as he stares up at me.

“I want to see every reaction I draw from you.”

My core clenches around nothing at his words and I nod, holding his heated gaze.

“Good girl,” he praises and rewards me with another pass of his tongue. This time, he doesn’t stop there.

Slowly, he works a single finger into me, then another. His skillful tongue finds my clit, causing my back to arch off the bed in both bliss and surprise that he found it so quickly.

Pleasure tingles through my body and it’s a fight to keep watching him. My arms shake as he continues his onslaught, and when he thrusts his fingers and curls them inside me, I almost explode.

“Oh God,” I moan when he thrusts again and finds that spot inside me that only my vibrator has seen. Pleasure pools in my stomach and streams down my spine as I grind against him, silently begging for more.

“Not God, Sweetheart.” He sucks my clit between his teeth, and I teeter closer to the edge. “If anything, I should be praising you. And right here, with my face buried in your beautiful pussy, is most definitely an altar worth kneeling before.”

“Gare,” I breathe his name as black spots dance in the corners of my vision. Then he pushes his fingers back in at the same time he strums my clit and I give in.

Garrett becomes blurry as my orgasm crashes through me. Somehow, I manage to keep my eyes open, but I can’t hold myself up any longer. I collapse on the bed, my body shuddering from the lingering sensations as he gently brings me back down.

I feel him get off the bed but can’t find it in me to see what he’s doing or where he’s going. It’s not until a warm, wet cloth is being pressed between my thighs that I’m able to peek through my heavy lids.

“What are you doing?” I mumble, reaching to take the rag from him, but he just pushes my hand away.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he assures in a soothing tone. His hands curl under my thighs and back, and then I’m being lifted briefly. My eyes fly open as I grapple to hold on to him.

“What are you doing?” I gasp and he huffs out a soft laugh.

“First, I was going to get us under the blankets. Then I was going to hold you until you fell asleep.”

“Oh.”

I help him arrange us, noticing he moved the snacks off the bed and turned the lights off during his trip to the bathroom.

He does exactly what he said he was going to do. Garrett cuddles me, my back to his chest as he molds around me. I frown, confusion clashing with the high from my orgasm.

I stew in the dark before it becomes unbearable.

“Garrett?” I whisper, not wanting to wake him if he’s already fallen asleep, but he responds instantly.

“Yes, Sweetheart?” His hand flattens against my stomach, holding me tighter against him, and it eases some of my worry.

“I thought we were going to…” I trail off, grateful he can’t see the embarrassment painting my face. My body still feels like it’s floating on a cloud and a delicious soreness is already blooming between my thighs, so it’s not like I’m complaining. I’m almost certain I’d pass out from sheer bliss if he were to fuck me through another orgasm.

“I didn’t bring a condom,” he explains and relief pours over me, mixing with a hint of disappointment. While protection is a priority that I’m grateful he thought of, and despite the fact that he literally just made me come harder than anyone else, it doesn’t dull the ache that now begs to be fucked by him.

“So it’s not that you didn’t want to,” I state and he moves before the words are fully out. Garrett tips my chin back, forcingme to look at him. The glow from the TV still playing across the room lights up his face and my heartbeat stutters.

“If I had prepared for this, I’d be buried so deep inside you, you would feel me for the rest of the week.”