I prop myself up on my elbows as I look down at him while he reaches for the waistband of my leggings. He pulls them down my legs along with my panties.
There’s laughter in my voice as I question him, “What are you doing?”
He arches an eyebrow like it should be obvious. His large hands grip my thighs and push them open enough for him to wedge his shoulders in between them. “You’re thinking too much,” he says like his words are gospel. “I’m going to fix it.”
“If you think I’m going to agree to moving in with you, into a house that might have a neon beer sign on the wall or something, I think you’re going to be disappointed,” I protest while not really meaning the words. They’re half-hearted, at best.
Turner just chuckles as his hands glide higher up my thighs. He leans forward and takes a deep breath.
“You need to get of your head, Graycie-girl,” his words ghost over my pussy lips. I have no doubt that he can see how wet I am for him. “You’re far too stressed.”
A breathy laugh leaves my body as he slides his tongue from my hole to my clit. My hips buck, but he’s there to hold me down. The growl he lets out as he tastes me has my nipples turning into diamond like points.
My fingers twist in my comforter as I try to ground myself. But I have a feeling it’s not going to help.
He licks me again and my eyes roll back in my head. He mutters against my flesh, “Delicious.”
Then he’s diving mouth first into my pussy and feasting on me like he’s starving. I’m too lost in how fucking good it feels. When he plunges too fingers inside of me and his lips wrap around my clit and suck, I shriek.
I’m fairly sure I’m having an out-of-body experience right now. Honestly, I don’t ever really want to rejoin my body or proper consciousness again. No thanks, I’ll just keep reliving this kind of pleasure.
“You’re moving into our home, Angel,” he growls the words against my clit while I teeter on the edge.
I can feel my orgasm coiling in my belly, tightening and threatening to unravel.
“That’s it,” he encourages me softly.
His fingers curl just right inside of me, and he finds the spot I suspected was a myth. But the stars dancing across my vision say otherwise.
“Yes. Yes, please,” I moan the words, unsure if I’m just encouraging him or agreeing to his ridiculousness.
Both probably.
“Come,” he barks, “I want you to coat my face in your juices.”
His teeth nip at my clit and it sends me careening. My fingers find his hair, and I hold him in place, right where I want him, even though I don’t think he was planning on moving.
He seems very happy between my thighs.
As my entire body is racked with aftershocks and my pleasure wraps around me like a blanket, I look down the length of my body to find his gray eyes sparkling with something like satisfaction.
Or maybe it’s triumph.
My body goes boneless and Turner chuckles softly. His hands are gentle as he helps me float back to earth.
“Let’s get you packed up,” he murmurs.
“Uh-huh,” my voice sounds like it’s far away, even to me, “I’ll get right on that when I can feel my legs again.”
“Just direct me, Angel,” he tells me, “I’ve got this.”
I think I wave my hand in the direction of my closet. I think I tell him where to find everything left, which isn’t much considering Opal already came through here on a mission. It’s possible I should have been more suspicious then.
When the rest of my stuff is packed, Turner cleans me up—because I was lying out on my bed doing my best Winnie-the-Pooh impression—and gets me dressed again. He touches me with such reverent, gentle care that tears fill my eyes.
Being loved by Turner is a revelation. I only hope I can love him the way he needs, because I’ll never be able to let him go.
As he leads me out to Dolly’s car, which is already loaded up, he laces our fingers together. His voice is soft and coaxing, “Let’s go home.”