Lucky in Love (Southern Bride 4)

“What the fuck?” I said as I reached down and held up the smallest little shoe I’d ever seen. “I’ve just punctured my foot with a tiny high heel.”

“Barbie doll shoe, toss it to the side.”

Toss it to the side, my ass. If I knew myself, I’d step on it again. I placed it on a side table, then locked the door. I was headed back to the bed when Saryn said, “No, wait! What if she tries to open the door and can’t and she panics? We’d better keep it unlocked.”

“Okay,” I replied, turning and unlocking the door.

When I faced her again, she smiled and sank back down on the pillows. “She won’t wake up. Liliana is a heavy sleeper, always has been.”

“Just make sure you’re quiet,” I warned as I crawled onto the bed and placed my hands on her hips. The feel of her body under my hands was the best thing I’d ever felt in my life.

“Let me touch you, feel you, for just a minute or two,” I said, my hands running over her silky-smooth skin.

Saryn moaned softly, squirmed and arched her body as I ran my fingers over her. When I got to her breasts, I cupped them both and then took one nipple into my mouth. Her fingernails dug into my back as she arched her breasts closer to me. My other hand ran down her side and between her legs. She spread open, and I quickly slipped a finger inside her warm, wet body.

“Oh, my God. Truitt!”

She was wet, so fucking wet. I pulled my finger out and rubbed her desire over her clit while I continued to suck and nibble on her hard peak. Saryn jerked her hips and let out a soft, low moan. “Yes. That feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

I smiled and lifted my gaze to watch her. Eyes closed, hands gripped on the headboard, and her mouth open ever so slightly. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. I wanted to make her come in every way I possibly could. The plan had been to make her come with my hand, then my mouth, but I abandoned that and moved my mouth down her body.

“Truitt, I…”

“Shh, let me make you feel good, sweetheart.”

She nodded while she chewed nervously on her lip.

I took my hands and spread her open wider, moaning at just the thought of tasting her. Being the first man to kiss her, taste her, make her come on my tongue. Shit, the thought of it nearly had me coming myself.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” I whispered before I licked my way through her brown curls to the tight bud of nerves that desperately needed my attention. I loved that she wasn’t shaved bare.

Saryn let out a gasp, then pushed her fingers into my hair.

“Oh, my…Truitt.”

Her voice was soft with a slight shake to it. I went slow, taking my time as I savored her sweetness. Her legs trembled, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to make her come. Being the selfish bastard I was, though, I wanted this to last a bit longer. I pulled back and kissed around her soft lips, pushing a finger, then two, inside of her.

“Wait. No. So close,” she gasped out, attempting to push my mouth back to her clit.

I chuckled. “Not yet, I’m still playing.”

“Truitt.” Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow and I nearly died when I saw her pinch one of her nipples.

“Does it feel good, baby?” I asked, pumping my fingers faster.

“Yes. More. Please.”

The moment I pressed my mouth back to her clit I knew she was going to fall apart quickly. I licked, sucked, and stroked, until she covered her mouth to hide her moans of pleasure. I held onto her hips to keep her still, and I kept going until her body went limp.

I slowly crawled up her body and smiled when I saw her eyes closed and a very satisfied smile on my girl’s face.

“How are you feeling?” I asked while I placed soft kisses around her neck.

“Can’t speak. No words.”

I laughed and rubbed my nose over hers. “May I kiss you after that?”

Her eyes opened and she nodded, a shy smile on her beautiful face.

When I kissed her and she opened her mouth to me, she let out a slight moan, and I swore my cock grew harder. I wanted to ask her if she liked the taste of herself on her tongue. I wanted to beg her to let me do that to her every single day for the rest of our lives.

She pulled back slightly and sheepishly asked, “Do you want me to…?”

“No. I want to be inside you, but we have to have the talk.” “The one where we give each other a safe word?” she asked with a wink.