Beneath the Fallen Stars - Page 63

I whimper.

“Is that a yes? Say the word, Shayne, and I’ll make you come.”

“Yes, yes, please,” I beg, overwhelmed by the pleasure he’s creating and the emotions that come with giving him complete control, but I know I’m in good hands. Ford would never do anything to hurt me, physically or emotionally. I trust him wholly.

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks, stealing the oxygen straight out of my lungs. Ford gazes up at me, worry marring his handsome face. “Are you okay? Do I need to stop?” He starts to sit up, releasing my body. I feel the void immediately.

“No,” I insist, reaching for his arm as I sit up. “What you’re doing…” I have a hard time putting into words what I’m feeling. “It’s amazing. I’ve never felt so good, yet so… cherished at the same time.” I can feel the blush on my neck, slowly making its way to my cheeks.

Ford gives me the softest smile. “I want to make you feel good, Shayne.”

“You do. I promise.”

He nods, but just sits there on his haunches as if waiting for me to make the next move. I decide to take the lead, lying back and unfastening my cutoff shorts. His eyes drop, watching my every move, which gives me the confidence to keep going. Unzipping the shorts, I slowly shimmy them down my hips and thighs. Ford leans back more so I can get the shorts off, helping to relieve me of the clothing as soon as it hits my ankles. Then, I lie back and wait.

He starts with his hand at my knee and slowly runs it up my thigh. It feels like he’s leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I spread my legs even wider as his fingers dance along the hem of my panties. Our eyes meet once more, the question shining brightly in the semi-darkened room. I nod, giving him the confirmation he needs.

Painstakingly slow, Ford slips his fingers beneath the hem and starts to pull them down. He leans forward, blazing a trail of openmouthed kisses as he goes, his tongue darting out to taste my skin. I kick off my flip-flops and lift my legs, eager to help get the material off my body, only to be left completely exposed before him. Instead of the embarrassment of being naked in front of him, especially when he’s still wearing every piece of his clothing, I feel elation. Sexy. Desired. It’s written in his eyes as they drink their fill of my body.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” His voice is hoarse, and I can feel the truth in his statement. It lands square in my chest and causes my heart to skip a beat.

Unsure what to say, I’m saved from having to reply when he lowers himself between my legs, throwing one over his shoulder. Ford leans forward, his mouth so very close to where I ache, his eyes land on mine. He holds my gaze as his tongue snakes out and tastes me for the first time. Our joint groans fill the room as he places his palm on my other thigh, holding me open.

Then he devours.

I’ve had a few guys go down on me before—Rodney included—but never like this. Never this raw, animalistic need radiating from the man between my legs. Never as if he’d die if he didn’t get his mouth on me that very moment. That’s exactly how it feels to have Ford licking and sucking on my clit. As if he was made for giving me pleasure.

And he does.

Jesus, he takes me straight to the edge of insanity so fast I barely see it coming. In fact, before I know it, I’m ready to come. I rock my hips into his face, seeking out the glorious friction of his tongue against my clit. A moan fills the hotel room, surprising even me. Mostly because it actually came from my mouth.

Ford teases my entrance with a finger, and I whimper. I need to feel him filling me. I need it more than I need air.

“Shhh, beautiful. I got you,” he murmurs against my flesh, slowly sliding a single finger into my body. “Fuck, you are so tight. I can’t wait until this is my cock,” he adds, gingerly pulling it out and adding a second digit.

His mouth latches back onto my clit as he slides both fingers deep inside my pussy. When he shifts his hand and arches his fingers upward, he grazes against that magical place deep inside me. I cry out, my orgasm looming just within reach. I try to grasp it, but he won’t let me move. All I can do is lie here, completely at his mercy, and wait for him to take me there.

He spreads my thighs even farther, his broad shoulders holding me open for his consumption. His two fingers pick up the pace, and my body rocks against him, riding out each thrust. He reaches up with his unoccupied hand and squeezes a nipple at the exact moment he sucks hard on my clit.

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