Southern Heartbreaker (Charleston Heat 4)

When he moves his mouth to my belly, my arousal spikes, spearing me straight through my core. He moves farther south. Farther.

Ford is going to eat me out.

He was always really, really fucking good at oral. To the point that I may have gotten the teensiest bit addicted to it. No one I’ve ever been with since holds a candle to Ford’s skill. A lot of guys seem to want to rush it. Get it over with.

Not Ford. He took his time. Got to know my pussy. My sighs. What I liked and what I didn’t. He was adventurous and generous.

The idea that I’m about to experience that all again makes me so happy and so turned on I could cry.

“Oh, God,” I moan. Loud and shameless. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he says with a smile. He looks at me. Looks at my pussy. His smile contracts. “Baby. Baby. I don’t even need to touch you to know that you’re wet.”

“I think,” I manage, “I think I’ve been this way since Friday night. I’ve tried to take care of it myself. But, as you like to say, more hands are better when it comes to boxes, so…”

“Hands.” He ducks his head and gives my pussy a long, lingering lick, deep and patient and ohmigod so good. Back to front. “Tongues. Gracious, I almost forgot how fun it is to play with you.”

He reaches down and runs his thumbs down the insides of my lips. Back up again. “Oh yeah. Wet. So fucking wet, Eva. I love it. Everything about your body—how responsive you are. The feel of you. How unafraid you are. Unapologetic. I have so much to learn from you, sweet girl.”

Something inside my chest lifts. This man—the guy who runs a company and a family and is clearly successful at both—wants to learn from me? A writer-slash-pit-master who’s feeling all kinds of lost right now?

Strangely enough, though, I believe him. I believe he wants to learn. Back in college, our relationship was very much one of equals. Talking with him, being with him, always made me feel competent. Capable. He was competence porn: Exhibit A, but so was I.

In his eyes, I could do no wrong. When we first started dating, at least.

And that’s how I feel right now. Laid out by his touch, his faith. I am fucked up, I am struggling, but I am going to be okay.

I’m doing better than I think.

I want to bask in this feeling forever.

I’m rolling my hips against his touch now. He’s ducking down again, tasting me. Dipping the tip of one thumb inside me while he runs his tongue over my clit. He reaches up and rubs the moisture of that thumb over my nipple. It’s hot and it’s lewd and he’s got this wolfish look in his eyes when it does it.

I’m blinded. By the sun. By him. By the spiraling heaviness building between my legs.

He kisses my pussy. Just the right amount of lips and tongue and movement. He circles my clit with his tongue, nice and slow, and my eyes flutter shut, the muscles in my stomach contracting as I struggle to catch my breath.

I’m on fire. Everywhere.

And I surrender to it. No hesitation.

My feet find his shoulders. He glides his hands up my shins, his grip firm. Familiar.

He’s touching me everywhere. He’s got me pinned, he’s got me helpless and writhing and smiling.

Ford looks up at me from between my legs. He smiles, too, playful and sweet. I tug on his hair. He tugs on my clit, gently, with his teeth.

Being adored like this, known like this, is joyful in ways I can’t put into words.

“Perfect,” I breathe. “I love everything about this.”

My orgasm is close. When he rolls his thumbs over my clit, his tongue licking inside me, I see stars.

“Ford—”

“On your knees,” he growls, giving my pussy one last, quick lick before straightening. My body cries out at the loss of his touch.

I blink. “What?”

He’s working at the tie of his bathing suit with swift, sure fingers.

“You heard me. I want you to get on your knees and put my dick in your mouth.”

“But I’m—”

“Remember how good it would be?” He looks at me. “When I’d make you wait?”

I swallow. I do remember. Edging was one of Ford’s kinks. He loved bringing me to the brink and then pulling back. Teasing. He’d keep me on the precipice for whole minutes until I’d beg for relief.

When I finally did come, it was always explosive. The orgasms this guy gave me were the stuff of legend.

I would very much like one now.

I’m so close to coming that I’m shaking.

Ford shucks off his shorts, stepping out of them. His cock bobs between his legs. Proud and thick and long. Big enough to satisfy.