Exposed (Exposed 1)

I push my legs farther apart. I want him to touch all of me. I want him to see what he's doing to me. I reach for his face. I need to kiss him while he strokes my core.

He slides away, his kisses trailing down my neck. "I have to taste you. God, how I've craved this."

I grasp the pale fabric of the couch when I feel him drape my right leg over his shoulder. He's silent. I can feel his heavy breaths on my wetness. He's looking. He's seeing me so open and wanting. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

I pull in a deep breath. I want to feel his tongue. I need to feel his lips drawing my pleasure from me. Desire overtakes me and I reach down to grasp his hair within my hand. "Please."

He doesn't waste another moment as his runs his tongue the length of my slick cleft. A moan escapes him and travels through my body. I shudder at the sensation. "Sadie," he groans my name into me as his tongue lashes my clit.

I'm so close already. I've never experienced anything like this before. Will only went down on me once and I didn't come. I haven't come with anyone before. Only by my own hand.

I cry out as the intense sensations of his tongue overtake my senses. "Please, "I whisper again. "Don't stop."

"Never," he purrs before pulling my swollen clitoris into his mouth. "I'll never stop."

I can feel heat course through my body as I reach the edge. I plunge both hands into his hair, pushing his mouth onto me. My core clenches as I feel the rush of the orgasm through my body. I moan loudly. I can't see. I can't feel anything but this pleasure. How could it feel like so much and so amazing at the same time?

He rests his head against my thigh as my hips settle back onto the couch. I'm spent. My body is glistening with the sweet moisture of sweat. I feel so alive. I feel so sensitive. I never knew an orgasm could be like that.

"That was..." my voice trails as I feel the slightest pressure on my clit.

"Just the beginning," he growls as he once again takes it between his teeth.

I cry out loudly. It's already too much. It's all on fire. Every part of me is on fire. "I can't." My words are barely audible. "It's too much."

"You're so fucking tight," he says hoarsely as one finger enters me. "Christ, I want to fuck you."

I reach to pull his finger deeper into me and let out a guttural growl as another slides in next to it. He's aggressive as he pushes into me. I don't back down. I rock myself against his hand. I feel another wave rush through me the instant his tongue finds my clit again.

"Oh, God." I cry out as I come again. This orgasm is even more intense than the last. I lash about beneath him trying to disengage my body from his but he bites at my clit, pulling it deftly between his lips, lapping up every last drop of my desire.

I close my eyes as the sensations wash through me. This is what it's like. This is what I've been missing. How could I ever stop wanting him?

Chapter 14

"I don't know what to say." I lean forward trying to retrieve my panties from where they fell on the floor.

He scoops them up before I have a chance to touch them. "These are mine. I'm going to sleep with them." He pushes them into the pocket of his pants and I smile. I don't want to think about how many other women's panties he likely has hidden around his apartment. This moment is mine and I won't let any thoughts that ruin that intrude on me.

"I feel selfish," I whisper as I sit up and adjust the hem of my dress. I've never gone anywhere without panties before. I still feel so swollen and wet.

"Because I didn't come?" He pulls his sweater back over his head.

I nod in silence. I do feel selfish for that but I also feel a sense of relief. My dress is still on me. The scar is still a secret.

"I will." He kisses me lightly on the forehead. "I can't wait to fuck you."

"What happens after we do that?" I ask the question even though I know it sounds childish and territorial.

"What happens after we make love?" He pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Yes. Is this over then?" I gaze down as I ask the question.

"I hope not."

"You hope not?" I volley back at him. "You don't strike me as the type of man who does relationships." The moment the words leave my lips I think about the photograph. Maybe Coral was the only woman he was ever in a relationship with.

"I don't." He stands and walks towards the kitchen.