Page 86 of Switching Skates

She takes my free hand, sliding her lips across my palm. The second her lips part and she sucks my thumb into her mouth, my eyes roll to the back of my head.

Oh shit, that shouldn’t be as hot as it is.

Flicking my gaze up at her, I groan into her pussy, fucking her tight hole with my tongue, plunging it as deep as it will go as I greedily lap up every drop she gives me. Her eyes are hooded. My entire thumb is in her mouth and down the start of her throat.

I’m afraid if she were to take my dick in her mouth right now, I could come from the first touch alone. She’s ruined me. I’m a puddle at her feet, completely at her mercy.

Sliding my other hand out from under her thigh, I circle her entrance with a finger before easing it inside, circling it round and round as my tongue continues its assault.

I add a second finger, and her moans and breathing quicken faster and faster as I bring her close to her first orgasm.

I hook my fingers, and her legs tighten. I feel her pussy starting to clench around me. Hardening my tongue, I run it back and forth between that sweet spot above her entrance to her clit.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpers, and my balls tighten.

I’ve nearly gottenthisfucking close to coming without her touching me. This is insane.

“Oh my God, Mason.” Her body explodes, coming hard and fast as her legs start to shake and her head flies back, moans and whines leaving her lips in waves as pleasure pulses through her.

I work her through it thoroughly, not pulling back until her breathing evens out.

Licking my fingers clean, I groan. “Mmm. Delicious.”

She props herself up on her elbows and stares at me with burning intensity.

She wants more, and so do I.

But there’s a nagging sensation in my chest, something I don’t understand and desperately wish would go away.

This is not the time or place.

The feeling you get when you know you shouldn’t do something settles between my shoulders. Not that there’s anything wrong with fucking the girl you love. I mean, right now, that’s the only thing I can think of.

“What’s that look for?” She circles the air in front of my face with a quizzical look in her eyes.

Shit. I didn’t have walls up in front of my emotions.

Sitting up, she slides a hand down my chest and into the first inch of my waistband.

The air draws taut as her hand sinks lower, and I stop her, grabbing her wrist and freezing her in place.

“Wait.”

Her eyes fly up to meet mine. “What’s wrong? Do you n-not want to?”

Gently sliding my hand along her jaw and into her hair, I brush her cheek. “More than you couldeverknow.”

She chuckles. “And you’re stopping me because …”

I don’t know. I don’t even fucking know!

Because I want the first time we have sex again to be when there isn’t a weird fucking elephant in the room with us. When she isn’t pretending everything’s fine and avoiding the real emotion between us because she’s scared I’ll hurt her again.

Because when I fill her up to the fucking brim, there will be no going back. She is mine for good after that.

“I love you.” The words explode from my lips before my brain can stop them.

Fuck.