Easy Kisses (The Boudreaux Series Book 4) - Kristen Proby Page 0,20
the same. “You like to get rough, don’t you love?”
“Sometimes,” she replies with a shrug, then sucks me all the way into her mouth, swallowing around the head and I can’t stand it anymore. I have to touch her. I grip her head in my hands, careful to not hold on too tightly, and pump my hips, fucking her mouth in the perfect rhythm to send me over the edge in about six-point-four seconds.
“Gonna come, Charly.”
“Mm,” she replies, but I slow down so I can pull out, conscious of not coming in her mouth. She grips my hips and resists, sucking even harder, and I can’t help it, I explode spectacularly, harder than before, and I didn’t think that was possible.
She gently kisses my spent cock, my hips, my lower stomach, then smiles up at me.
“What was that for?” I ask, still panting and feeling as though electricity is shooting through my entire body.
“I woke up, and you’re sexy, and—” She shrugs. “I just wanted to.”
“I’ll never complain about that,” I reply with a smile, throwing one arm over my head. “I’ll return the favor as soon as I catch my breath.”
“No need,” she replies and curls up next to me.
No need? Fuck that.
“Oh, there’s a need, sweetheart,” I reply and push her onto her back. I don’t kiss my way down her delectable body. Not yet. Instead, I brace myself above her and kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and then make my way to her neck.
“That’s one of my sweet spots,” she says with a sigh. I nibble her there, and smile when she giggles. When I lick her from collarbone to earlobe, she sighs and circles her hips involuntarily. Her small hands are on my arms, kneading them, clenching them. Her nails will leave crescent marks on the skin, and I don’t care.
I worry one nipple into a pebble, then kiss it, and before she can gasp, I flip her over, her stomach flat against the mattress and kiss her neck and shoulders.
“Oh God,” she says and clenches the sheet in her fist.
“Another sweet spot?” I ask before nibbling my way down her spine.
“So far, everywhere you’ve kissed me is a sweet spot,” she replies with a smile.
“Well, let’s find some more.” I drag my hands down her back to her hips. “Arch your ass up.”
She complies, and I spread her perfectly firm cheeks open and kiss her pussy, loving the way she smells. She arches back further, crying out, and my thumb finds her clit.
“I can’t do this,” she says.
“You can,” I reply calmly and bite her arse before returning to her core and sucking her lips into my mouth.
She comes apart beautifully, grinding herself against my face, mewling and moaning, and damn if she’s not the sexiest woman I’ve ever met in my life.
She’s gasping for breath and has gone limp.
“Can’t move,” she says.
“There’s no need to.” I kiss my way up her back and lie next to her, dragging my fingertips over her soft skin. “You have amazing skin.”
“It’s pretty thick,” she says, then giggles, but I frown down at her. Finally, she opens her eyes. “What?”
“Why have you had to develop such a thick skin?”
“Oh gosh, for a thousand reasons, Simon. Being a woman is reason enough. I’m here for your seminar for a reason.”
How did I almost forget? For a brief moment, she was just a beautiful woman in my bed, and the rest of it, the seminars and fame and money that go along with it, didn’t exist.
But it does exist. And it’s the reason she’s here.
It’s the reason we’re both here.
“Are you okay?” she asks as she cups my cheek in her palm.
“Never better,” I reply with a reassuring smile. “I really should go back to my room so we can both get some sleep before tomorrow’s class.”
“I can’t believe it’s the last day already,” she replies, ignoring the part about me leaving. “It was a quick two weeks.”
I take her hand in mine and kiss her fingers. “Thank you for coming here, Charly. I’m so happy that I met you.”
“Is this goodbye then?”
“No,” I reply and shake my head. It should be. But I know I’ll seek her out tomorrow. “I’ll see you tomorrow in class, and then at the cocktail farewell party.”
“I might skip that,” she says and bites her lip.
“Don’t.” I hate that it sounds like a plea. “I would love to dance with you.”