Cock & Bull - Laura Barnard Page 0,39
into it too. I know if I turned to look at him right now, he’d have hunger in his eyes.
My legs fall open in front of me, the excited heavy pulsing overwhelming me, making me do things I wouldn’t normally. Dammit, I really should have tended to my lady garden. That’s a life lesson. Keep yourself tidy. You never know when a sexual experience will surprise you.
He grabs hold of my waist, bringing me back to the present, and turns me to face the taps. I don’t want to make eye contact with him. Don’t want him to see the vulnerability I know is in my eyes. To break the spell I’m under. I’ve never felt this close to release before and I don’t want him to stop.
I don’t get a chance because he dips his head and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. I cry out, so loud I’ll be surprised if the entire town didn’t hear me. His hot tongue is delicious on my highly alert, sensitive, goose pimpled skin.
I don’t have time to be embarrassed. Before I know it, his fingers are travelling down past my belly button and through my ridiculously bushy lady garden, teasing at my entrance. Shit, this is it. He’s touching my bits. How the hell did we get here?
The minute his finger travels inside me I cry out, throwing myself back, as if possessed. As if an electric current has passed through me. He puts his arm around my shoulders, holding me up so I don’t drown.
A second finger fills me. I feel myself pulse around it. Fuck, he’s good at this. Never before have I been made to feel like such a sexually desired goddess. I shut my eyes and drink it in.
His thumb massages my clit ever so gently, causing my heart rate to accelerate to a dangerous speed. It’s so unlike anything I’ve ever had with a man.
But this guy… wow. No wonder he’s a much-wanted man whore. He’s a bloody professional. I can see why women turn stupid around him. If they’ve felt this themselves, or even heard the urban legends, well, it’s enough for him to get the reputation he has. It’s so well deserved. I’m already considering buying him a medal.
I look down at his tattooed forearm, his fingers dipping in and out of me. It looks so crazily hot. Turns out that king of hearts tattoo is well deserved.
He takes my breast into his mouth again. By now I’m jumping around involuntarily so much it pops out in seconds. I’m so squirmy. I almost want him to stop, the building pleasure unbearable.
He trails his tongue up to my neck and then starts nibbling at my ear. I’m not normally an ear girl at all, but this I can get on board with as he lazily plays with my lobe.
My breath hitches in my throat, as if impossible to purge it from my lungs. Another moan escapes my lips.
I’m suddenly so hot and full of sensation that I can feel myself falling, as if I’ve just jumped off a cliff. You know those dreams, where you wake up having fallen and you’re a trembling mess? Well that’s me right now. I cry out, as if willing for someone to catch me.
‘Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh GOD!’ I scream, holding onto the helpful grab rails, my head spinning like I’ve drank too much alcohol.
‘Let yourself go,’ he whispers into my ear, the sound of his rasping voice making my skin tingle. Combined with all the different sensations, it’s enough to push me over the edge.
I can’t remember how to breathe, my toes curl. I scream something that could never be confused with an actual word. I physically push myself back so hard he drops me and I’m under the water, basking in the most beautiful after glow. Every part of my body feels fantastic, soothed by a comforting warm balm, I could drown right now, and I honestly wouldn’t care less.
He pulls me up, a smirk on his face as he skims a light touch over the contours of my face. I stare dumbly back at him in awe.
‘I told you so,’ he teases playfully, his voice still loaded with lust.
I smile sleepily back. I must look like a half asleep geek right now, beaming back at him, but I don’t care. That was amazing. Epic. Beyond all the adjectives.
‘I’ve never been so happy to be wrong,’ I whisper, my voice barely audible.
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