Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

I shift my fingers until I’m pinching my nipples.

“Thatisbeing a good girl.” He makes a sound in his throat, then pulls his shirt off all the way.

He keeps stroking himself, and I keep staring as his tip starts to glisten.

“Legs open,” he demands.

I drop my knees apart.

“Foot on my shoulder.”

I lift my gaze from his dick to his face.

“What?” I ask, but he’s already climbing onto the bed.

Between my thighs.

He’s on his knees, and I think he’s going to shuffle forward so he can line up with my exposed entrance. But he doesn’t shuffle, he bends.

One hand presses into the mattress next to the pillow—which is lifting my core to mouth level—and the other hand hooks around my knee, guiding me until my ankle brace is resting on his back.

“Nathan—” I start to protest because that hard plastic can’t feel good on his bare skin.

“Elevate. Remember?” he states, then lowers his open mouth to my flesh.

My eyes snap closed, and I arch my neck.

Nathan flattens his tongue, swiping it up the length of me.

Then he reaches my clit. And he devours it.

Sucking while simultaneously pressing the tip of his tongue against my bundle of nerves. And it’s all my primed body needs.

Embarrassingly quickly, my core contracts.

A moan is ripped out of me, and I tangle my hands in Nathan’s hair.

His lips part, and he gives my pussy an open-mouthed kiss as I continue to come.

“Holy—” I pant.

He shifts lower, plunging his tongue inside me. His nose bumps against my clit, sending a shudder through my body and making my knees automatically press together, trapping his head.

“Nathan,” I gasp.

He lifts his eyes to look at me, pulling his mouth back just enough to speak. “That’s one. I need at least one more.”

Then he lowers his mouth.

NINETY-THREE

NATE

Her taste has me closing my eyes.

It’s her essence. Her slick. The proof she’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

Nails scrape across my scalp, and I moan into her pussy.