Page 255 of Breaking the Rules

His sandy hair.

His strong hands.

His soft tongue.

Fuck, he's so good at this.

His grip on my thighs softens.

I relax into the bed.

Bring my hand to his hair.

Guide him into place.

He moves with me.

He's listening to me.

I'm safe.

I trust him.

I…

Fuck.

"Hunter."

He groans into my skin.

It pushes those thoughts back to the corner of my mind.

I try to push them further.

But it doesn't work.

Deep breath.

Slow exhale.

I just… we just…

I'm almost there.

I focus on the feeling of his soft, wet tongue.

The tension in my sex.

The pang in my nipples.

He winds me tighter and tighter.

Almost.

Almost.

There.