She makes a small, whimpering sound, opening her legs wider, signaling me that she needs more than just my hands on her thighs and eyes on her chest.
In a second my mouth plunges over her sweet sex, savoring her essence as my tongue greedily swirls first around her stiff clit, and then over and around each of her pulsing pussy lips.
Fuck.
Her tiny pink hole contracts in time with her moans, as my hands hold her wide open and my tongue begins to feast on her.
Her hands aren’t idle either.
She’s got a tight grip on my hair, bunched in both fists, steering me as she starts to moan and buck harder as I feel more and more of her sweet essence slide down my throat.
Coating the inside of her thick thighs and my cheeks with her impending climax.
Her breaths come in short, sharp bursts until she starts to whine uncontrollably, whimpering my name.
Her cries grow louder with each pass I make over her bud until we both know she can’t hold back for another second.
“Slade— Ugh…” she finally gasps, as both my hands grip her firmly.
One on her ass and the other on her thick hip as she starts to shudder with her first orgasm courtesy of my tongue.
She hooks her ankles over my shoulders, arches her back, and stiffens as she rides wave after wave of her climax.
I don’t wanna leave a mark, but damn if she doesn’t feel good in my grip while writhing in pleasure.
And I’m there to lap it all up. Every single drop.
The taste, scent, and sound of her etched into my brain forever.
You’re not going anywhere, Abby.
I’m not gonna let her out of my sight for a moment. Not a single second.
Age difference be damned.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Abby
Once I let Slade know I’m sure Tasha is okay after I know she’s seen my message, he seems to shift his attention to other pressing matters.
I try to tell him, but he has a certain effect on me that leaves me speechless as well as helpless when he touches me.
Especially once those huge hands of his migrate south, thawing out the once permanent winter of my valley with a single stroke.
My mind is in a state of shock that matches the volcanic heat building in my core. And I’m running on autopilot as I slip out of the simple pajamas I have on so Slade can see, touch and taste all of me.
Anyone else, I’d die at the idea of them seeing me naked. But with Slade, I trust him more than I trust myself.
I know he would never say or do anything to hurt me, and his huge body, as hard as it is, has a softness to it.
A delicate side that I guess every artist has, and with Slade, he has a very delicate touch. Both with his hands as well as his mouth.
But he’s also firm and commanding when it suits him so in no time at all I’m a moaning mass of twisting, bubbling energy under his spell.
Yearning for more.
I really should tell him.
But wouldn’t he have guessed by now?
It’s only after he’s brought me to and then way beyond the point of the most incredible climax ever that I realize I don’t just have to tell him for the obvious reasons.
I have to tell him because he’s the master of his craft as well.
Nobody and I mean nobody could do what he just did.
I know it.
I’m still gasping, shivering, and trembling with aftershocks when Slade asks me if I’m okay.
Okay? I’m better than okay.
But I can only gasp, nod, and reach for his face as he slides up my body, tasting myself on his lips.
I would’ve been grossed out a day or so ago, but with Slade everything is different. Everything just works, and there’s no need for words most of the time.
But I really do have to tell him, even for my own sake.
“Slade, I…”
“What is it?” he asks, looking concerned as he shifts me like a rag doll so my body is closer to his.
Keeping me warm as well as supporting me.
“I’ve never done that before,” I finally manage to get out, figuring the truth doesn’t have to be a whole long winded speech.
“Never had someone go down on you?” he asks, cocking a brow.
Triumphant. Pleased.
“Never had someone do anything,” I murmur, suddenly feeling stupid, like the little girl I keep telling myself I’m not anymore just because I’m nineteen.
“Not even to myself,” I add. “Not like that anyway…”
Slade goes quiet for a long moment.
I figure this must be the part where he sighs and makes up a reason to leave, making me promise to keep this to myself.
I wait for it. Wait for his warm grip on me to shift. Dread the moment I have to watch his perfect face, his powerful body stand up and leave me.