Page 27 of The Engagement Gift (The Gift 1)
My absolute favorite thing to eat. My favorite appetizer, my favorite meal, and my favorite dessert in the whole damn world.
And a perfect chance to work on getting her ready for the main event.
As she wrapped her legs around my neck, her heels digging into my back, I rubbed my fingers against her wet folds.
She arched, rocking her hips, letting me know with her body that she liked the direction.
“Yeah, you’re such a good bad girl,” Finn said as he worked her mouth.
She was so sensual. And so slippery. I slid my finger all the way in and was rewarded with another lift of her hips. I added another finger, and she bucked against me.
“You’re so good at taking me deep. You make me want to fill your mouth with my come,” he said.
And I felt her pulse against my lips, felt her thighs tighten against my face. She liked those naughty words. Correction: she loved them, judging from the way her beautiful diamond of a clit hardened further as he talked dirty to her.
“But I’m not going to let you taste me, baby. You know why?”
She shook her head as I removed my fingers. They were wet enough for my mission.
“Because you have to come again first. Because I bet Jake wants to know how you taste when you come all over his face,” he said.
Finn and I hadn’t scripted this. We didn’t plan this out. But I knew what I was doing right now, and Finn did, too. We were playing her body like a cello. We were making her hit the high notes. We were maestros conducting the orchestra of her desire, and it was better than I’d imagined.
I’d never sought out to do this. I hadn’t asked for this. But the invitation had been too tempting to pass up, and was I ever glad I RSVP’d.
Because not only was I turned on beyond words, I was learning things about myself too.
Learning how very much I like this role. I liked playing a part in fantasies. I wanted to discover new ones every day. I was an omnivore in the bedroom, and tonight reminded me of how much there was to consume.
And to send to new heights.
Especially with a woman like this. Who wanted us both at the same time. There was one surefire way to make her sing.
I pressed the tip of my finger against her ass. She tensed briefly, but then her knees fell open. Her legs spread wide, inviting me to enter her ass as I licked her. I pushed my finger all the way in.
Finn must have pulled out of her mouth at that moment, almost as if we had coordinated it, because Lily shrieked, like the room was on fire. “Coming, oh God, I’m coming.”
She came all over my lips, my mouth, my tongue. She came like a champion, and I wanted to give her a gold medal. And myself, too, because I didn’t even have to think about ducks or kittens. I was so focused on her pleasure that I didn’t think about staving off my own. And I let myself savor every second of her O.
Her second one seemed stronger than the first.
I resisted thumping my chest. There was no place for that here.
There was only room for more.
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Lily
Theoretically, I should have been sated.
Two insane, toe-curling, sheet-gripping Os ought to have been enough to make me grin, stretch, and linger in the afterglow.
And I was glowing.
I was absolutely shining from the sheer intensity of the climaxes these men had wrung from my body, one right after the other.
But I wasn’t sated.
I was ravenous. A hot, wet mess, and greedy for more.
Tonight was a door opened to a new land. A place with more pleasure, more desire than I’d ever felt before. A place where I was discovering myself. I was unearthing the truth of who I was and who I could be. I could be the professional, the vixen, and the friend.
I was all these people in one body, one mind.
And I loved this acceptance.
That was its own euphoria.
The awareness.
The knowledge.
The insight.
I was finding out all sorts of information about Lily Whiting, and I was so very good with all my boundaries being pushed.
Finn leaned down and kissed my mouth, but he wasn’t claiming my lips this time. This kiss was tender, and it came with a question. “You ready for the next part, baby?”
A whoosh of tingles rushed down my body. “Yes. So ready.”
“We need to make sure. Need to get this perfect body one hundred percent primed,” he said softly as he ran his palm over my belly. Jake joined in with gentle ministrations, skimming his palms over my thighs, touching me tenderly.
“Let’s take these shoes off,” Jake murmured, then removed each heel, setting them on the carpeted floor.
