Page 12 of The Path to Loving Him
I want to make this woman come. Multiple times. I want her writhing, screaming my name, and waking every goddamn person in this inn.
I want her coming on my face.
On my cock.
I want to see how much I can make this woman lose her goddamn mind.
So I run the tip of my tongue over her clit and watch as her eyes fly wide open, her jaw dropping in shock, a silent gasp barely passing her lips.
That’s what I fucking want.
And more of it.
As I swipe at her clit, I add my fingers with every stroke. Scooping up inside her and playing with her G-spot, letting her see that I can please her in multiple ways.
And it seems to be working as her fists curl around the sheets beneath her and her chest heaves in anticipation of her orgasm.
Her nipples are hard, red from when I was playing with them.
The new beard burn across her chest marks her as mine for the night.
And the expression on her face, like she’s about to meet fucking God.
It’s everything I need at this moment as I move my tongue faster and stroke her with my fingers, picking up the pace and thrusting in and out of her over and over again.
“Yes . . . yes . . . fuck . . . please . . .” she cries out, her neck muscles tightening.
Her legs start to clamp around my head.
“Ryland . . . oh God. Ahhh, fuck!” She screams right before I feel her walls tighten, and she’s coming all over my goddamn face. She uses my tongue as her personal fuck toy, rocking against it and searching out every last ounce of her orgasm until she’s wiped.
“Oh my God,” she whispers as she lowers her legs and catches her breath.
I take that moment to go back to my pants, grab my wallet, and fish out a condom that Abel slipped in there before we gotto the bar. I thought he was an idiot when he did it. Now, I’m a grateful motherfucker.
As I move back toward the bed, her gorgeous, heady eyes watch me the entire time, so I give her a show.
I tear the condom wrapper open with my teeth as I stare down at her, holding my cock with one hand at the base. I watch her eyes take me all in, her tongue wetting her lips as she stares at my length.
She’s still hungry.
She still wants more.
Thank fuck.
I sheathe myself and then move closer to the bed.
“On your stomach,” I say to her.
With a smirk, she flips around to her stomach, scoots toward the edge of the bed, then props her ass in the air.
Perfect.
Beautiful.
I run my hand over the globe of her ass, loving how thick her backside is. A fucking handful to grab on to is just what I love. I bring my cock up to her entrance and slowly start to enter her.
“Oh . . . yes,” she says as I move in farther, having a hard goddamn time taking it slow because Jesus, this feels amazing.
