Page 134 of End Game

“Yeah, baby?” He lifts his head, meeting my eye. His finger pushes deeper into me and back out, making me twitch.

“I need more.”

Lowering his head, he draws the bud of my clit into his mouth, sucking firmly. My hips lift off of the mattress.

He sets his hand on my hip and holds me in place as his tongue does wickedly delicious things to me. Shifting, he sets his arm on my belly like a bar, keeping me from moving, as a second finger joins the first.

“Barrett, please.”

“We gotta take our time, baby,” he says.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t.”

“If you’re not prepped, yeah, it would.”

I pout. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh, trust me, I will,” he says, a little smug.

Threading my hands through his hair, I direct him back to my pussy, and he laughs as he lowers his head once more.

A questing third finger joins the first two. Barrett twists his wrist, finding that spot inside of me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.

“B-Barrett. Please.”

He doesn’t let up until that tight, taut band inside of me snaps. I clench around him one last time as the tidal wave of pleasure blows me over. I’m helpless, along for the ride, as the sensations overtake me. His forearm on my belly grounds me through it.

Sinking back against the pillows, I work to get air into my lungs. Barrett withdraws his fingers from inside me and sucks them clean, and my eyes nearly roll back in my head.

“Holy shit, B.”

“Yeah?” He looks smug. I want to kiss that cocky expression right off his face.

“Shut up. You already know you’re good at that.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t hurt to hear you say that.”

I mash my hand into his face, and he laughs, collapsing on the bed beside me.

“Good?” He lets out a tired sigh.

I blow out a breath. “Good. So good.”

Barrett rolls onto his back, and I curl into his side, my head on his furry chest. I’m naked from the waist down, wearing only my bra, and he’s naked from the waist up, wearing only his boxer shorts. Maneuvering, I unclasp my bra and toss it aside, leaving me gloriously naked.

He makes a noise of interest. “Hm?” His big hand cups my breast.

“Yeah.” Propping myself up onto one arm, I lean down and kiss him. He tastes like me. He threads his hand through my hair, cupping the back of my head. His other hand massages my breast, teasing the pebbled nipple.

My heart warms as my body clenches around emptiness. He’s so focused on my pleasure; I’ve never experienced it to this degree with a partner before. This man is my whole world, my best friend. He’s been there for me through thick and thin over the last fourteen years, and I believe him when he says he’ll be there for me in the future. He is the best person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.

My tongue meets his, and he lets out a ragged moan. I scratch my hand through the fuzzy hair on his chest, learning his skin, scraping my thumb over his nipple.

“Stop,” he says, pulling away.