Page 109 of Desserts for Stressed People

“Oh my God,” I breathe, arching my back. Hearing his chuckles, I bring a hand to cover my mouth. “Don’t make fun of me while I’m naked and vulnerable.”

“Hm. Okay. I’ll make fun of you later.”

“No, if you say that I won’t be able to let g—ohh...”

Burning hot, his mouth wraps around my clit and sucks. My muscles tense, then relax. They twitch as if he’s doing more than tasting me—more than sucking and lapping and swallowing. As if he’s touching every one of my nerves, turning on every lightbulb and connecting every wire.

I roll my hips, but his arm rests over my belly, keeping me trapped. Whimpers and whines burst out of my lips as his tongue dips into me sinfully, and his hums of satisfaction hit the spot inside me that makes me melt like a candle too close to a flame.

“I want to do this all night,” he rasps as his tongue strokes slowly through my folds. Jerking my legs wider, his thumb rubs my clit slowly, then his tongue parts me and dives inside until I hear my voice crying out, begging, and can’t recognize it as my own—thin and shaky as it is.

When he flicks his tongue quickly over my clit, pressure builds in my stomach, fierce enough to make me cry out for more.

His thick fingers sink into me, then curl over a spot that makes my eyes cross until everything’s blurry and distant. I rock my hips to accompany the movement of his hands, his name spilling out of my lips a million times as an overwhelming orgasm ripples through me. My pleasure flickers into a million sparks and explodes, like fire met with gasoline, and no matter how much I squirm, he holds onto my thighs as his hungry gaze sticks to mine.

And even as the trembles stop and my eyes shut, he remains exactly where he is, his wet fingers stroking my inner thigh and his tongue thrusting in and out of me softly. My heartbeat slows down, his name whispered out of my lips again and again. It’s the only thing in my brain.

“Wait—I,” I mumble when the tip of his tongue brushes against my clit. “It’s not—I don’t—”

“Just another one,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “Come on my face one more time.”

“No—you...” My legs clench lightly as I push his forehead away. “I want you.”

There’s a sour pinch to his lips, but when I tug on his shoulder, his body rests on mine, heavy and warm even against my heated skin. His tongue tastes like my orgasm, and when I cup his face, it’s slick. It’s so erotic and so new—I haven’t done this in years.

With a proud grin on his face, he moves his fingers to my hair, then my neck, like he can’t stand not to touch me for a minute. “Maybe the book was right after all,” he says.

“Maybe,” I breathe. My voice is strained, my lips dry. “Maybe it’s us.”

He must think I’m joking, because he playfully nibbles my jaw, but I’m not. A first time has never felt so good, so natural. Like it was meant to be, waiting for us to catch up.

I lick my dry lips, my hands lifting to reach his back. “I think it’s time for me to verify the other aspects mentioned in the book.”

“What’s that?”

“Your girth.”

“Mybulginggirth,” he corrects.

I wiggle my brows as my hands travel down his stomach, feeling the hard consistency of his flexed muscles. “Yes. Your bulging girth. No pressure.”

To be one hundred percent honest, I know his...girthisn’t underwhelming. I’ve felt it before, even if I’ve never seen it, touched it, or altogether been around it. And, anyway, if there’s a moment in which I thought it really doesn’t matter, it’s this one. But my hand finds him, and I’m proven right. There’s nothing underwhelming about Shane.

Once my fingers wrap around his hard, thick shaft, his eyes lose clarity, as if swallowed by a dark fog. “Now it’s your turn to tell me how you like it,” I whisper. I stroke him, then gently rub the tip, spreading the pearl of wetness over it. His breaths, shaking against my clavicle, are quick and hot.

“Faster,” he whispers, kissing a spot under my ear. Once my hand slides up and down quicker, he moans against my ear. “Hold it tighter. Heaven, fuck—”

When I do, his whole body winces—his pleasure hitting me deep in my stomach. Soaking his low moans, I squeeze his thigh between my legs and rub myself on it, his muscles tightening against my soft core.

“Shit, now it’s too good. Stop, stop.”

I chuckle, feeling the sting of his bite on my shoulder as his laughter vibrates against my skin. “It’s okay if you come, Shane,” I say as I thread my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “We’ve been waiting a while.”

“I know. Come here.” His mouth greedily takes mine, and with his erection pressing against my pelvis, I shift, trying to pull him closer.

“Can I?” I look down, and when his brows furrow in confusion, I press my palm on his chest until his back rests on the mattress and I straddle him.

Lord have mercy.