Page 37 of Mile High Ex's Dad
Of course he does.
“Open for me,” he says.
The command goes straight through me. I part my legs and his hand slips under the hem of my nightgown, over my bare thigh, higher, higher, until his fingers find me and I cry out.
He groans under his breath when he feels how wet I am. “Christ.”
Then he strokes me once, slow and firm, and I jerk against him.
“Soaked,” he says, like the word pleases him. “And I haven’t even gotten on my knees yet.”
The sound I make is half whimper, half plea. He takes it as invitation.
The next moment I’m on the bed, though I don’t remember getting there, spread open beneath him with my nightgown shoved up and my thighs shaking as he settles between them. He pushes my knees wider with those big hands and looks down at me like he could stay there all night.
Then he lowers his mouth to me, and I arch so hard I nearly leave the mattress.
His tongue slides over me once, slow and broad, and my whole body jolts. I reach for his hair on instinct, fingers sinking into it, and he makes a low sound against me that vibrates straight through my hips.
“Oh God,” I gasp.
He licks me again, deeper, more focused now, and I can barely think. He knows exactly where to put his mouth, exactly how to use it, exactly when to soften and when to press harder until my thighs start trembling around his shoulders.
“Look at you,” he murmurs against me, voice rough. “Already close.”
I am.
Hopelessly.
He kisses the inside of my thigh, then licks me again, and I feel the pressure building so fast it scares me a little. My whole body is open and aching and too sensitive, every nerve turned toward his mouth.
His fingers dig into my thighs, holding me apart while he eats me like he has all the time in the world.
“Please,” I whisper.
He hums, almost amused. “Please what?”
I can’t answer. I can only squirm and moan and clutch at the sheets while he keeps going, licking me in slow, devastating strokes that make my hips lift off the bed.
Then he sucks gently at my clit and I break.
The orgasm hits me hard and deep, tearing a cry from my throat. My back bows. My legs shake helplessly around him. I come with his name in my mouth and his tongue still working me through it, dragging out every last wave until I’m oversensitive and pleading and still he doesn’t stop.
I wake with a gasp.
Dark room. Cold sheets. My heart pounding.
For one disoriented second I don’t know where I am. Then it comes back all at once. The staff room. The estate. The rehearsal dinner. Viktor.
My thighs are pressed together. My skin is damp. The ache between my legs is so real it takes me a second to realize what happened.
I came in my sleep.
Heat rushes into my face even though there’s no one there to see it.
“God,” I whisper into the dark.
My body is slow to come back to itself. I lie there for what feels like forever, staring into the dark, trying to breathe past the heat still clinging to my skin.
