Page 85 of Sex Positive

Just this once.

Just this once, she pretends this isn’t an experiment, pretends this is real, that he wants her just as much as she wants him.

“Yes,” she breathes. “Please.”

He smiles, somehow radiant and achingly sinful at the same time. Desire blows out his pupils, and he dips his head, nipping the inside of her thigh.

“So pretty, Charlie,” he murmurs. She fists the blanket, her body trembling with need. When his finger traces the sensitive nub, dragging over her slick folds, she whines, bucking her hips, needingmore.

“Please, please, please,” she babbles, unable to help herself.

His palms, hot and commanding, gently spread her open, and her mind blanks when hefinallylicks the very spot she craves.

His groan vibrates against her clit, and she doesn’t have time to feel self-conscious because she’s already shaking.

“Don’t hold back for me,” he rumbles.

Gripping his hair, she thanks whatever god blessed him with this exquisite feature, as lovely and silky as she always imagined.

“How do you like it, Charlie? Use your words.”

He tries different speeds, coaxing directions from her until he finds the right pressure with his tongue.

“Yes. Yes, just like that,” she gasps. “Slower and then faster.”

He hums, sliding one finger inside her. “Do you like this?” He moves his tongue and his finger together, and the sensation is almost too much, but the coil of heat and fierce pleasure tightens.

“Please,please, right there—”

She begs him not to stop because if he does, she’ll surely die. She is burning up. She is an inferno. She is going to combust and take down the entire building with her.

When she arches her back, he grips her hips tighter, increasing his pace, and she’s so close, so close, so—

Her orgasm pummels her like a tidal wave, pleasure snapping, sizzling every cell in her body. He maintains the same rhythm until she’s panting and gasping, until she goes limp on the couch, gently pushing him away from her overly sensitive clit.

As he gazes up at her from between her thighs, a smug smirk on his gorgeous face, she drags her fingers through his disheveled hair. His forehead is sweaty from the exertion. His eyes flutter closed, and he rests his cheek against her thigh, releasing a contented sigh.

“That feels lovely,” he murmurs. He shifts to his knees, hovering over her, and kisses his way up her body. She gasps, her greedy hands tracing the muscles of his back, mapping the taut lines and ridges of his stomach. He jumps, releasing a shaky laugh.

“Let me touch you,” she whispers. When he stares at her, eyes glazed with desire, she shifts to her knees.

“Take these off.” Charlie tugs down the waistband of his sweats. He complies, hurrying to free his cock.

She wraps her fingers around him. “Will you teach me what you like?”

“God.” He shudders when she moves her hand. “Yes. Come here.” He kisses her again before he dips his head and sucks on her neck, finding the spot she loves. “I want your mouth on—”

The sound of an aggressive wind chime erupts somewhere in the room.

Charlie startles, drawing back. “What is that?”

But Wes is already moving her aside. He stands, crosses the room, and begins digging through his coat, which still hangs over the kitchen chair. He hardly glances at the screen before silencing it, tossing it on the coffee table.

“It’s nothing.” He hovers once more over her body, smiling lazily down at her. “Can I kiss you again?”

She doesn’t hesitate this time, grabbing the nape of his neck and pulling his mouth to hers. He sinks down on top of her, his tongue delving inside her mouth. She tastes something salty and realizes it’s her, but she doesn’t pull away, finding she doesn’t mind in the slightest.

A harsh vibrating noise shocks her out of the kiss. Wes groans, burying his face in her neck.