Page 60 of Thirsty Bodyguard Summer
I threaded my fingers through his hair and moved against his tongue. He matched the rhythm, giving me firmer pressure each time my hips lifted.
Pressure gathered low and sharp.
“Shane, don’t stop.”
He didn’t.
Pleasure broke through me in hard pulses. I cried out and gripped his hair while his mouth stayed on me and his hands held my thighs through every contraction.
When my thighs stopped shaking, he kissed my clit once more and stood.
His mouth glistened.
I pulled him into a kiss and tasted myself on his tongue.
His cock had hardened again against my inner thigh.
“You recover quickly,” I said.
“You’re sitting naked on a dressing counter.”
“That’s the medical explanation?”
“That’s the only explanation I need.”
I wrapped one leg around his waist.
Shane stopped with his forehead against mine. “Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me if you need me to slow down.”
“I will.”
He dragged the head of his cock through my wetness, then pressed inside while holding my gaze.
The stretch made my nails bite into his upper arms.
Shane paused.
“I’m good,” I said. “Keep going.”
He drove deeper until my hips reached the edge of the counter.
His breath left him in a rough sound.
“You feel so fucking good.”
I tightened my leg around him and pulled him closer.
He withdrew slowly, then thrust back into me.
The counter shifted beneath us.
Shane braced one hand beside my hip and used the other to support my thigh. He set a firm pace that drove his cock deep without knocking me against the mirror.
I met every thrust.
