The Next Mrs Russo - Jana Aston Page 0,52

the sofa as his mouth trails up and down my thigh. The ability to form words leaves me completely as he slides the material to the side and runs his tongue along the edge of my entrance.

“You’re so wet, Audrey,” he says. “For me.”

I make a noise that’s part moan, part plea, but he understands it quite clearly as he gives up on maneuvering around my underwear and tugs them over my hips. I lean back on my elbows as he spreads my legs further, parts me with his fingers and kisses me right there, right on my clit.

The motion is so hot, so intensely intimate, and before I can even react he’s flattened his tongue and is dragging it through my core, ending with my clit as he sucks it between his lips, working the sensitive nerves until I think I might die right here on this couch.

“You taste even better than I imagined you would,” he says and holy fuckity fuck, if I wasn’t already wet that comment alone would have done it.

But also.

“Oh, God.” I cover my eyes with my hand. “You thought about what I might taste like?” I spread my fingers enough to peek at Warren, kneeling between my legs.

“What? You’re the only one allowed to have a dirty imagination?” he replies, and then heaven help me, he winks.

Warren has his mouth on my vagina and he’s winking at me and telling me he’s imagined what I might taste like and this is actually happening, it’s not just some weird fantasy I’m having while watching him give a press conference.

“You’re blushing,” he says with a laugh, like it’s ridiculous.

“Of course I am,” I agree, with a small roll of my eyes because he’s the one who’s being ridiculous. “I’ve had a crush on you forever and we’re doing naked things and your tongue is doing things I never even hoped to imagine.”

“Forever, huh?”

He’s right. I do talk too much.

Then he flattens his tongue against my opening again while using his thumb to rub circles around my clit and this is it. This is how I die.

“Don’t stop,” I plead, the only words I can manage.

“Who knew you were so very naughty,” he says, wasting words on a full sentence when that mouth is capable of doing things even better than making words. “What will you do for me if I make you come?”

“Anything,” I breathe out. “Please.”

“Anything?” he asks. “Well, then I better make it a hell of an orgasm.”

He moves lower, placing kisses on the inside of my thighs, massaging his thumbs into my skin as he works his way back up, closer and closer to where I really want him. I resist the urge to grind against his face as he runs his tongue between my folds, but just barely, my hips jerking in tiny movements, eager for more of everything that he’s doing.

When he rims my entrance with his tongue and then slides it inside, I do buck my hips and grab a handful of his hair.

I need him. Need more of him. All of him.

He grabs my ass with his hands, holding me steady as his tongue continues its torment. As he runs excruciating and incredible circles around my clit, around and around, alternating with sucking it between his lips. Warmth builds inside of me until I think I can’t take it any more, and then suddenly, he slides a finger inside of me, then two, moving in tandem as he sucks and licks with movements that are unlocking some combination I didn’t even know my pussy had until this exact moment. He keeps going, thrusting and licking, until I come so hard I nearly black out, my hips bucking and my thighs tightening around his head without a thought of allowing the poor man to breathe.

“Holy crap,” I gasp, my body shaking as he rises up in front of me and wipes his mouth with his hand.

“It’s a good thing the staff have all left for the night.” He smirks. “Because in addition to being talkative, you’re loud.”

“You’re the one talking too much,” I argue. “Take off your pants. Now.”

I reach for him and stroke him through the material with one hand while fumbling with his belt with the other. He groans at my touch, then retrieves a condom from his wallet and places it between his teeth as he unbuckles his pants.

And I’m not ready for it. Not ready for the confirmation of the big dick energy. Not ready