Page 66 of Good Directions

“More…”

“More…” he repeats. “Like this more?”

He flicks my nipple, sending a burst of pleasure through me. I nod, letting him know I liked that.

“Or like this more?”

He lowers his head, closing his mouth around the taut peak, swirling his tongue right where I need it. And oh, shit.

I gasp, not sure that I find the air I require as he moves to the other side, repeating the motion. My whole body is alive, every one of my nerve endings standing at attention and my pussy calling his name. Holy shit.

“How about if I do…this…” Sliding a hand down my body, he slips it in my panties, eyes going wide. “Oh, Sawyer Brown, you naughty, naughty girl, tsk.”

I swallow hard, a strange nervous excitement slamming into me as his hand stops just inside my underwear.

“You’re bare.”

I blush, not sure if I should be embarrassed or not by his reaction, his straight face not giving anything away. My heart gallops faster than the horses at Churchill Downs, waiting for him to say something. Do something. Anything.

Then I get my answer.

His hands dips lower. Sliding over my clit, teasing me for the briefest of seconds, and then into my wetness. Anton groans.

“Fuck, I cannot wait to lick you.”

Ohhhh, fuuuuuuck…

“Th-then…then what are you waiting for?”

Anton’s eyebrows fly up, his devilish smirk taking over. Oh, he liked that. To be honest, so did I. No idea where it came from—sex kitten isn’t exactly a personality trait I’ve honed over the years. Then again, maybe that comes with the right person too.

Slowly removing his hand, Anton licks his fingers clean, maintaining eye contact the whole time. It feels like he can see into my soul, knows exactly what I’m thinking and feeling. Which means he knows exactly how conflicted I am.

Just how much I want this. While also being scared out of my mind.

Sliding a hand behind my head, Anton kisses me, reassuring me, as he moves between my legs. Once he’s settled between my thighs, he removes my panties, placing a kiss on the inside of each of my knees.

“I can tell you’re nervous,” he says, kissing up my left thigh. “And that’s okay, baby. But I meant it when I told you that I’m going to make you feel better than you ever have in your life.” He switches sides, moving to my right thigh, lips moving up the soft skin. “Because I don’t take it lightly that I’m the first man you’ve let down here.”

I exhale. A long, shuddered breath that I’d somehow been holding on to. How does that even happen? Anton’s reassuring words settle into me, giving me everything I need. Closing my eyes, the tension releases from my muscles and⁠—

“Faaaaa!”

Anton’s tongue hits me, licking me from base to tip, flicking my clit as he finishes off. He chuckles maniacally as I cry out, sitting straight up.

“Such a pretty pussy, Sawyer,” he coos, gently rubbing my clit with his middle finger. I whimper, grasping at the bedspread. He leans down, licking me again, never taking his eyes off me. “So, so sweet. Like a peach. I’m going to love every second of this.”

Wrapping both his arms around my thighs, he yanks me into him and buries his face in my crotch. I cry out again, flat on my back, his tongue buried deep in me.

And it’s everything.

I let go, losing myself in the moment. In everything that I’m feeling. The mix of intense emotions and extreme physical pleasure that is coursing through me, the two of them fighting for control.

Finally, the physical takes over, Anton turning his focus to my clit, circling it with his tongue, making all the feel-good tingles I’ve been experiencing until now morph into something else. Into something that’s building.

“Uh-huh…yes…right there. Anton, please…”

“Yeah?” I can hear the smirk in his voice. “Let’s make this pretty pussy come.”