Good Girl Gone (The Reed Brothers 7) - Page 29

“A compliment would be if I told you I love your tits.” He palms my breasts and gives them a gentle squeeze. “A compliment would be telling you that your nipple against my tongue is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

His hands graze a lazy trail down my body.

“Can I wash you?” he asks.

“I guess.” I’m not too sure about that one.

“Like, all over?” He looks up at me, waiting for my response, his eyes dark and full of want.

I point down. “You mean like…all over?”

He pulls my face down to his and kisses me. “I want to lick your pussy. Can I?”

My heart trips a beat. “Why do you want to do that?”

He speaks into the side of my neck. “Because I want to see you come. I want to feel it. I want to watch it. I want to taste it. Can I?” He whispers the last and a tremor moves through me.

I close my eyes and put my weight on his chest. “Yes.”

“I’ll stop if you tell me to. Just say the word.” He sets me back a little. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

He lathers his hands up really quickly and grins at me. “I’m nervous,” he admits.

“It’s just a pussy,” I whisper.

“Scariest word in the English language, woman,” he says over a laugh. Then his soapy hand slips between my folds. He skims around and I go still as he cleans me up, and then his finger drags across a sensitive spot. I freeze and wait a moment, then rock my hips, seeking more of the friction. “Like that, do you?”

“Lots,” I tell him. I kiss him and he keeps his hand busy, gently washing and rinsing me. This is the most intimate encounter I can imagine sharing with a man, and I haven’t even had sex with him. I’m not sure he’ll want to. I lay my forehead on his shoulder and let him rub around my clit. “That feels really good,” I say, breathless.

“Can I kiss it?” he asks. “Please?”

“How?” I can’t believe I’m even entertaining the idea. But I am. I am so entertaining it.

He pats my behind. “Sit on the edge of the tub.”

I scramble to do what he wants, because I’ve never felt these feelings and I don’t want them to go away. I’m completely naked and unashamed as I sit on the edge of the tub and wait for him to tell me what to do.

With one hand on the inside of each of my knees, he gently parts my legs, pushing them wide. I close my eyes and lean back against the wall, bracing myself with my palms on the edge of the tub. Josh kisses my inner thigh. Then he parts my lower lips with his thumbs and holds me open. “God, so pretty,” he breathes. Then he licks across my center. “Doesn’t taste like cotton candy,” he murmurs against me.

I jerk and try to close my legs. “What does it taste like?” I ask. He laughs and rubs my thighs, holding me open, gentling me.

“Heaven,” he murmurs against my heat.

I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes. His tongue is wicked and warm and wild. He sucks my clit between his lips.

“Can I put my fingers inside you?”

I nod, but I don’t open my eyes.

“Star,” he says. He stops what he’s doing and my eyes fly open. “You okay?” he asks.

I nod frantically. Please don’t stop. I grab a handful of his hair and push him back toward my waiting warmth.

He chuckles and the hum of it brushes my lower lips. A finger slips inside me and I rock my hips and push down on my bottom, trying to get more of it inside me. He adds another finger and murmurs, “So tight.”

He sucks and licks and crooks his fingers, calling forth passion like I’ve never, ever felt. I never dreamed it could feel like this. His lips and teeth and tongue pull and lick and nibble, and his fingers rub a spot inside me that has me lifting to meet the thrusts of his fingers. “Josh!”

He lifts his head long enough to say “Come for me, Star,” then he starts to suck and lick and brings me…up…so…high…

I cry out when spasms wrack my body, and I grip his hair in my fist, holding him right where I want him, afraid that he’ll go away and take all the delicious pleasure with him. But he doesn’t go away. He stays with me, looking up at me from his spot between my legs, where his face is buried in my pussy, where he’s licking me into the first orgasm I’ve ever had. He holds my legs open wide with his shoulders and I rock my mouth against him, working it until I can’t stand any more. He must realize it, because he starts to slow, and then he stops. He sits back, pumps his fist in the air and cries, “Yes!”

But then he sobers when a hot tear rolls down my cheek. I can’t prevent it. I never, ever thought I would feel pleasure like that. I’d heard about it, but I thought that part of me died a long time ago. I’m overwhelmed and glad and scared and grateful and I don’t know how to tell him.

He doesn’t get freaked out. He grabs me and pulls me into his arms. I sob into his shoulder. “This is a good cry, right?” he asks, his voice tentative.

“Very good,” I say against his skin. He holds me tight. He doesn’t let me go.

“Whew!” He breathes out. “Just checking.” Tightly, he hugs me, stroking my back until I settle against him. “Hey, Star,” he says.

“Hey, Josh,” I reply.

“You just totally came on my face.”

I smile into his shoulder. “You won’t tell anybody, will you?”

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