Cash slides down even more, dipping low and rucking up the hem of my shirt to press a kiss to my tummy before he gets on his knees between my thighs.
He somehow still looks powerful and in control down there, and my head spins with it. He slides his hands up my legs to my thighs, and something about that makes me tense up.
I realize, all at once, what he wants here. He’s eying me hungrily, and when he said he wanted to taste me, he meant more than just kisses. Or at least, he wants some very specific kisses.
Cash feels me tense, and he looks up at me again. His eyes are flooded with his desire, but he holds himself back, waiting. “Is this okay?” he asks. And even with his voice so rough around the edges from how much he wants this, I know if I told him I wanted to stop, he would. “I’ve been dying to get my mouth on your pussy,” he continues. “But if you don’t?—”
I cut him off before he can say anything else, heat and something like embarrassment flooding through me at the crude words he says so easily.
I nod again, gesturing for him to continue because I don’t think I can make my mouth say ‘yes, you can eat my pussy’ right now.
He smiles again, casually devastating, and then gets to work. His fingers are nimble as they undo the fly of my jeans and help me get them down. I have to lift my hips, helping him get them over the swell of my ass and down my thighs, but they get shucked off and tossed to the side.
To my surprise, he doesn’t immediately try to take my panties off. Instead he leans in close, pressing his hands to my inner thighs to spread them wider. His face is just inches from where I’m already wet and throbbing, and Cash closes his eyes and inhales deeply.
“Fuck,” he groans again. “You smell so fucking good, Harper. You have no idea.”
My face burns, but it’s not all embarrassment now. Something about seeing this man, this powerful Alpha, on his knees wanting me this bad goes right to my head. And lower down. My pussy clenches around nothing, and throbs with the need to be touched.
“You like this,” Cash says, his eyes flicking back up to my face. “I can see how wet you are. I can tell your pussy is already swollen for me. Do you want it?”
I nod again, feeling like a puppet on strings that can only do one thing.
“Can you use your words for me, beautiful?” Cash asks. “Can you tell me?”
Fuck. I swallow once and then again, trying to remember how to make words come out of my mouth. It’s like I’ve been rendered mute by the force of my desire and being on uncertain ground with this.
But Cash looks so earnest, even when he’s turned on and ready to eat me out, and I don’t want to disappoint him.
So I lick my lips and clear my throat and give it a go. “I want it,” I manage, although it’s half a whisper. “I want you.”
If possible, Cash’s eyes get even darker at that. “Good,” he growls. “Because I’m going to fucking devour you.”
He hooks his fingers in my panties and drags them down my legs. They get tossed aside with my jeans, onto the kitchen floor and already forgotten.
My heart pounds so hard I’m sure Cash can hear it, but he’s not deterred. He spreads my legs even wider with those big hands, and stares at my exposed pussy like he’s starving for it.
His thumbs rub soothing circles into the meat of my thighs, making my hips jerk at the touch. “Look at this pretty pink pussy,” he says. “I knew it would be just as fucking beautiful as the rest of you.” He licks his lips, not looking away for a second. “I’m going to make you come so hard, Harper. I’m not going to be satisfied until you come so hard on my tongue that I can taste you for days.”
My breath comes in hard pants already, and I watch with wide eyes as Cash lowers his mouth, ready to make good on that promise.
Chapter 19
Harper
The first touch of Cash’s tongue against my sensitive pussy makes me cry out. My hands fly down to grip at his golden hair, needing something to hold on to, and my head thunks back against the cabinet behind me.
The sensation is electric, intense and immediate, but it also makes me nervous. It’s like I’m hyper aware of everything, and I can’t seem to relax into this feeling the way I want to.
Cash groans against me, his tongue darting out to taste more. “You taste so perfect,” he says, his voice muffled by being buried between my legs. “I could spend hours down here, just tasting you and making you feel good.”
His words wash over me a little, not landing the way I’m sure he wants them to, but glancing off just a bit.
It’s been so long since I’ve been like this. Open, exposed. So long since someone has seen me this vulnerable. The most sensitive part of me is on display right now, for a man I barely know.
And of course it feels good. Cash presses kisses to my heated flesh, and his tongue flicks out against my swollen clit. I feel the little jolts of electric pleasure that come from that, and I try to breathe through it. I try to lose myself in the feeling, but I can’trelax. Everything feels tense. My brain starts to run worst case scenarios at a dizzying speed.
Cash either doesn’t notice or is determined to take me out of my own head with pleasure because he doesn’t stop. He licks at me, dragging his tongue in purposeful swirls as he dips it in and out of my folds. He eats me out like he wants to memorize my taste, and when he presses the flat of his tongue against my clit and drags it against the sensitive bud, a moan spills out of me.