Page 74 of Guarding Grace

He pulled my legs off the sectional.

“Ouch.”

“Sorry.” He reached up to yank my panties down with determination—not too rough, but definitely not gentle. He was a man on a mission, a man in control.

On my back like this, my wound only hurt moderately. I steeled myself for what was to come, but the words escaped anyway. “I’ve never?—”

He stopped, eyes wide. “Never? You’re a?—”

“No, no, no. I’m not a virgin, but I’ve not ever… I mean, not like this.” With flushed cheeks, I didn’t know how to say I’d never had a man go down on me before. The closest I’d gotten had been Jeffrey in college who was going to, but I hadn’t showered since the morning, and when his nose had wrinkled, I’d gotten cold feet. I also didn’t mention that I hadn’t showered sincethismorning.

Terry huffed. “Let me guess, the wimps you went out with wanted blow jobs but didn’t reciprocate?”

I nodded. “And it’s been a long time.” My dry spell had been years now.

“Me too.” His face softened. “But trust me, this is not something to be scared of.”

I nodded again, hoping to God that it lived up to half the hype it received in my romance novels.

He dragged my panties down, throwing them across the room. “I’ll bet you have no idea how beautiful you are.”

I blushed. “Stop it.” I was halfway there with just the way his eyes devoured me.

An instant later, his mouth was on me.

My brain froze.

He lifted my legs over his shoulders and began licking and sucking.

Grabbing handfuls of his hair, I cried out, “Terry.” My sounds became unintelligible as he tortured my clit in the most delicious way. I squeezed his head with my thighs as he drove me higher with every skillful stroke.

Then he thrust two fingers inside me and the assault was almost too much to bear. I rocked into him. When he stroked that area inside me that I’d heard about, but never experienced, his eyes locked with mine. I was completely at his mercy, an instrument he played to perfection. He was too good at this, way too fucking good.

I clamped my thighs on his head and yanked at his hair, writhing against his mouth. It was all too much and not enough at the same time. With another lick of his tongue, I exploded and screamed one last time. My body shook from the intense pleasure searing me from the inside out.

His wicked tongue teased me through the waves. My shaking and spasms didn’t stop for the longest time, and when they did, I went limp.

Finally, he pulled away with glistening lips and a very satisfied look on his face. “I told you it was nothing to be afraid of.”

Breathlessly, I nodded. “That was?—”

“Great?” he suggested.

“Great is a start…” I panted. “But I was going to go with out of this world.”

He laughed and licked his fingers—oh, this man was sexy with a capital S. All these years, he’d been right in front of me, and all I’d seen was my tormentor.

Worn out, I held out my arms to him in invitation. “Lie with me.” I wanted to return the pleasure, but would need a few minutes to recover first.

Repositioning us, he placed me on the side that didn’t have a wound and lay on the sectional next to me. He tucked my hair behind my ear. “Kitten, you’re something else.”

“Something good, I hope.” I ran my nails down his spine.

“You bet.” After a short kiss, he snuggled me to him, cradling my breast. “Don’t you ever call me a coward again.”

“Then don’t ever make me beg again.”

“Deal.”