Page 59 of Succeeding Love

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he moaned into my skin.

His fingers moved in and out of me a few times, then he rubbed the moisture they gathered around my clit. It was a frustrating, sweet rhythm, pumping in and out at a painfully slow pace, then circling my sensitive nub as I writhed beneath him.

Then he took his fingers away completely and brought them to his lips. Staring down at me, he sucked those two fingers into his mouth, running his tongue between them.

“Ngh,” I groaned, bucking my hips.

“I knew you’d taste so fucking good,” he husked.

With hooded eyes, he looked down at my body, exploring inside me with those thick fingers again. I thrust my pelvis against his hand, moaning when his palm created delicious friction in all the right places.

His mouth found one of my nipples, making me buck like wild. He groaned, sucking harder. His tongue was teasing my peak. It pulled at where his fingers were exploring me.

Then his mouth started moving south, leaving a wet trail from open-mouthed kisses. I stared down at him, watching the predator look in his eyes. His shoulders and back were taut, making his muscles swell in the yummiest way.

“So yummy,” I breathed out loud, voicing my filterless thoughts again.

His hot breath caressed my body as his lips curled up. “You’re so fucking yummy, baby.”

Baby. No one has ever called me baby. It made my insides clench.

When his kisses met the sensitive skin right above my sex, those green eyes met mine. He held my stare as his warm tongue stroked my slit. His fingers were curling inside of me, and his tongue was teasing me gently from the outside.

“Mmh,” he groaned, gently sucking on my nub.

His fingers moved more fervently, curling and stretching me inside. His tongue was concentrating on my bundle of nerves, sending mind-numbing currents of pleasure through my center. My legs shook. He had a hold on one of my thighs, pushing it into the mattress to keep my legs from closing. His fingers digging into my soft flesh even felt good.

When my back arched, bending high off the bed, and my eyes were rolling back with delirium, he groaned and sucked my nub even harder. His fingers and tongue were wild, driving me to that edge.

“YES!” My leg hooked around his neck, holding him in place as dots danced in my vision. My inside exploded all at once, making shivers wrack my body.

“Fuck,” he groaned, lapping up everything.

As my legs calmed, he slowed and just stared at the mess he had made of me. His satisfied smirk made my knees feel weak. My entire body felt like jelly.

“Mine,” he met my eyes, the intensity in them making my heart race. He held my gaze, then planted a long, sensual kiss right over my moist lower lips. “This pussy is mine now, Lynn. All mine.”

I nodded, eager to agree. He could have it. He treated it better than anyone ever could. Even me.

“All of you, baby,” he moved his body up the bed, his chest rubbing against mine as he held himself above me. “I want all of you.”

“Vin,” I whined, wiggling beneath him.

“Say you’re mine,” he demanded in a husky voice.

“I’m yours,” I moaned. “Please-”

His lips cut off my pleas. I groaned, tasting my moisture mixing around my mouth with his tongue. I’ve never tasted myself before. Ever. Why does it turn me on so much?

“You’re all mine,” he growled deeply. “This is just the beginning.”

My mind was in a haze. I couldn’t comprehend what that meant, but I was eager to find out.

He sat back on his heels, reaching for the foil packets beside my head. My eyes went wide when he moved his boxers down his waist.

I had a decent idea of what I was getting into. I saw the strain on his jeans. I sat in his lap in the pool yesterday. Seeing it, having it right in my face, was still a shock. A huge shock.

“Wow.”