My mouth on her, I began to lick, the sensation of my tongue dipping into the softness of her * so fucking hot. I could stay here and do this to her all fucking night.
She spread her knees further apart, her hand gripping the back of my hair as my tongue caressed her wetness. She lifted her legs until they rested on my shoulders. Whimpering softly, her fingers traveled up her stomach until they reached her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingertips, arching her back.
“Oh!” she cried as her hips bucked into me, begging me to go deeper and further inside of her. Curling my arms around her hips, I thrust her toward me as my tongue slammed deep inside her, penetrating her.
“Oh hell yes,” she cried, throwing her arm over her mouth to muffle her screams as she began to climax. “God, don’t stop,” she gasped, again gripping the back of my head. My movements slowed right down. I licked her slowly, enjoying watching her try to squirm out of my grasp. She sat up, her cheeks flushed, pulling me up toward her.
“Holy shit, that was so good,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around me. Her mouth crushed against mine, her taste still so fresh.
“Wrenn?”
We both froze, staring at each other.
“Just a minute,” she called out. “The balcony!” she hissed, her eyes wide with fear.
I nodded and sprung into action. Opening the door just wide enough for me to squeeze out, I disappeared into the darkness. I waited there, catching my breath, my eyes closed as I listened.
“Hey, honey. Have you seen Dalton? He was looking a little off before, and now I can’t find him.” Layna. I knew she was checking up on me. Damn Mom.
“I think I saw him head out the front before? He was on the phone . . . ”
“Okay. I better get back downstairs. Are you okay? You’re looking a little flushed. Do you have a fever?”
I clamped my hand over my mouth to smother my snigger as Wrenn insisted she was fine. After the door closed I rapped on the balcony door and waited until Wrenn appeared.
“I couldn’t go without kissing you again,” I said, running my fingers through her hair.
She smiled, her lips meeting mine, the smell of her * all around me. “Go,” she ordered.
I nodded and walked over to the edge of the balcony where it met the brick exterior of the house. Hoisting myself over the ledge, I let myself drop onto the ground. I stood up and brushed myself off, then walked back inside as if nothing had happened.
Chapter Twenty-Four
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Wrenn
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A blush crept over my face as I thought about last night.
Dalton, going down on me . . . God, the way I felt when his tongue explored me. That was the most intimate I’d ever been with anyone. Much more intimate than sex, or giving head. As a woman, there was something so personal about having someone go down on you . . . ugh, I couldn’t even put it into words.
I stayed in bed for as long as I could, reliving last night. With every thought, my core tingled, aching to feel his touch again. My fingers brushed over my nipples, which stood hard and erect.
Closing my eyes, I thought about him and how good he made me feel. The way his tongue had massaged my clit had me almost coming on the spot. My fingers trailed down between my legs. I imagined him there, kissing, caressing. I slipped a finger inside myself. I was so wet. Thinking about him got me so aroused.
I began to rub harder as the urge to be satisfied began to build. I imagined his erection pressing at my entrance, teasing me.
I thought about the other night, after the hot tub. I’d wanted him so badly that my body ached for him. I circled my clit, reliving the thought of him driving himself inside me and pushing me to the brink. I gasped as my body spasmed, my own touch almost too much to handle.
I softly rubbed my wetness, the euphoria engulfing me until I could take no more. I sighed and rolled over, exhausted and yet so content.
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I made my way downstairs, thinking about Dalton. God, even the thought of him had me smiling. We were so close to the end, I felt like nothing could ruin this for us.
Except maybe Paige.
Since she’d accosted me the other day, she had stayed out of my way. No more mention of what she thought she knew. She had even stopped her abuse of me.
Dalton was convinced she wouldn’t say anything. With no proof, it was our word against hers, and Paige was all about appearances. The last thing she would want to do is snitch. I wished I shared his confidence, but part of me was just waiting for her to do or say something. I knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t just back away quietly. That wasn’t her style.
As I rounded the corner, I heard Dalton’s name. I stopped short, pushing myself up against the wall so Layna wouldn’t see me. I strained to hear what she was saying. My heart began to pound. This was it: Paige had told her. It was over. I felt dizzy as I struggled to breathe. Oh, God, not like this.