Page 122 of A Lick and A Promise
Off went my shoes.
Off went my jeans and panties.
He pushed my legs open, put his chest to my bed, and his mouth was right there.
“Oh God,” I moaned, sifting my fingers into his thick, soft hair.
Knox tossed my legs over his shoulders and went at me.
I guessed there was one thing that could stop me obsessively taking care of him, and that was Knox risking reopening his wound because he was going down on me.
He proved magnificently how much he liked the taste of me, because it wasn’t a year-plus-long dry spell that had me coming into his mouth within minutes.
It was his skill.
His hunger.
His need.
I exploded on a cry of his name and a clutch of his hair.
And he was over me.
Still swimming in the dazzle of the orgasm he gave me, I heard him grunt, “Still IUD?”
I gave a weak nod.
He slammed into me.
God, God…
I had him again, right there with me, deep inside me, connected…as we should be.
I rounded him with arms and legs and held on with everything I had.
He pounded into me.
“Baby,” I pushed out.
“Too hard?” he asked.
“Don’t fucking stop.”
Another growl, this time without words, and he was fucking me as well as kissing me.
My sensitized clit could not hold up against the onslaught, and I whimpered against his tongue as orgasm two claimed hold of me.
A few minutes later, his mouth released mine, I felt his eyes on me, I slid my hands up and into his hair, holding his head, his gaze, his weight.
Glorious.
Amazing.
Everything.
“Luna,” he whispered.
“Right here, baby.”
