Page 65 of Breakaway Bet

“Oh, oh, oh!” I cry out.

“Not yet,” he commands, letting go of my nipple and pulling his fingers out of me. “You’re coming on my tongue, baby.” He moves quickly down the couch, as if he already knows my body and what it’s about to do—maybe even better than I know it.

I feel like I could learn a thing or two from this very skilled man.

He licks my clit, and I swear, my entire body lifts off the couch at the electric pleasure of it.

But then he slides his tongue down straight inside me, and holy. Fucking. Fuck.

It’s heaven. Pure and simple. He moves his tongue in and out of me, and who knew that the tongue was so strong and…hard?

He’s giving it a workout as he tastes me, humming and purring with satisfaction at the taste, at the feel. I’m moaning, tugging on his hair, holding him in place, and then he pulls his tongue out and pushes his finger back inside me while he sucks on my clit.

That does it. Feeling his finger inside me and his mouth on the tight bundle of nerves sends me into another freaking orbit.

My entire body feels like it lifts onto some other plane, and I tighten my legs around his head as this wave of pleasure filters through me, pulse after magnificent pulse. It feels like it goes on forever, and maybe it does. Maybe we’ve died in pleasure, and we’re in a heaven now where all we get all day every day is this pleasure. If that’s where I’m at right now, I don’t want to come back down to this planet. I like it here far too much.

It’s ferocious and fierce, this orgasm, and eventually it wrings me out so that I feel not just exhausted but completely sated. It’s a feeling I’ve never really experienced before at the hands of someone who’s more experienced than me, yet he said what I did to him was the best ever.

My heart squeezes. Oh my God, I think I love this man. I know that can’t be possible, and I know I need to tread carefully here. If nothing else, I know I love what he just did to my body.

And I want him to do it again. Stat. You know…right after a nap.

CHAPTER 22: Cash Maddox

Lessons

I sweep her up into my arms and carry her toward my bedroom. She’s light in my arms, and it feels natural holding her. I walk through my room and toward the bathroom, where I set her gently on the edge of the tub. “I’ll give you a minute to yourself. Do you need anything?”

“Some ice water would be great,” she says, and I nod.

I head downstairs while she cleans up, and damn. After the spectacular blow job she just gave me, I’m pretty sure she could’ve asked for the moon and I would’ve found some way to rope it and bring it down to her.

When I return with two glasses of ice water, she’s sitting on the edge of my bed, no longer naked but in a pair of shorts and a tank. I hand her one while I sip the other, and we each set them on the nightstands on our own sides of the bed—established the night we got married and she stayed the night in my arms.

She crawls beneath the blanket, and I slide in beside her. We each lie on our sides, facing each other, both of us with our heads propped on our elbows.

“You okay?” I ask.

She nods. “Tired. That was…amazing, Cash.”

“You are amazing,” I say.

Her lips lift in a sleepy smile.

“You’re incredible, Ivy. You have no idea how badly I want you.” My voice comes out in a rasp, and her eyes heat over.

“I want you, too.”

“We should talk about protection.”

She nods as if telling me to go ahead and talk about it.

“Are you on the pill?”

She shakes her head.

“Do you want me to wear a condom?”