Page 21 of Sharing Shadow Secrets (High Five Novella #6)

W hen his hand applies pressure to my pelvis again, Brandon is added to the roster. He can do this to me whenever he wants. I want to do this and more—over and over.

“You’re so good at this,” I say, ragged.

He hums, his eyes flicking up, meeting mine. He taps my clit with his tongue while looking at me. I loudly exhale, captivated watching him. My thighs tighten as my orgasm builds.

“I’m close,” I pant.

“I don’t want you to come just yet,” he says, moving his lips to my hip bone. His fingers keep stroking inside me, but I miss the sensation on my clit.

“Please,” I beg, and I see a smirk spread across his face.

With each kiss, he is slowly moving up my body until he’s hovering above me. “You are a good girl.”

I close my eyes, smiling.

“Know that begging is my kryptonite. Use that power with care.”

I lift my head from the pillow, needing to kiss him. His lips meet mine, pushing my head back into the pillow. I feel his thumb brush over my clit, and I flinch, getting closer to unraveling by the second.

“I like the way you taste,” he says into my neck, then licks it. “I need more.”

When Brandon’s tongue lands back on my clit, I give in, succumbing to this moment. I don’t know if I’ve ever been into this as much as I am right now. A sober hookup. A daytime hookup. Both are too rare.

I’ve never been with a guy that actually says these things. These phrases that are in all of those books. I want to ask him if he was reading them before the book I suggested but refocus on all of the sensations going on from his tongue and fingers.

“I’m right there,” I pant, and he keeps sucking. My eyes flutter shut as my back arches. My toes start to curl as my orgasm hits me like a freight train. I cry out, louder than normal, maybe the loudest I’ve ever moaned.

Brandon places soft kiss after soft kiss, alternating between my thighs as I stare up at the ceiling blissed out.

He slides my legs off his shoulders and grabs for my ankles, turning me to be parallel with the bed.

He crawls into bed next to me, resting his head on my chest, and I feel fucking perfect.