Inevitable Detour (Inevitability Book 1)(36)

And then there’s no more talking. We communicate with movements, little nudges, glances, and nods. When he gestures that I should lift my back up off the bed, I do so. He gently slips my tee over my head. I lay back, and his hand slides under my ass, nudging me. I compliantly arch my hips, and he tugs my boy shorts down my legs. When I am left naked before him, he sits up and rocks back on his heels. His eyes move over me, taking me in inch by inch. A delicious shiver moves up my spine. And when I take note of his impressive arousal, barely covered by his boxer briefs, needs stronger than I’ve ever before experienced ignite in me.

I’m not secure with my body, though, so when his eyes continue to soak me in, I feel compelled to say, “I’m not model perfect, Farren.”

Suddenly feeling shy, I place one hand over my heavy breasts and the other hand over my bare pubic area. Are my boobs too big? Should I not have waxed down there? Apart from those nagging thoughts, I begin to wish I had a third hand to cover my not-completely flat tummy.

Farren, though, seems not one bit bothered by any of those things. In fact, he tells me, “I like everything about your body, Essa.”

The look in his eyes backs up his words. His gaze is appreciative, delivered in a distinctly male way—the kind that has the ability to make you feel downright beautiful. And I do feel beautiful. Right now, I feel like I’m the prettiest girl on the planet.

So when Farren nudges my hand away from my breasts, and then moves the hand covering my sex, I don’t resist. He takes another sweeping survey of my uncovered body. This time, it’s like he’s contemplating what to do first to me.

I shiver in anticipation, and he leans down and slowly kisses a heated path from my collarbone to my breasts. “Feel good?” he murmurs.

“Very,” I reply.

He nuzzles and lifts a breast to his mouth, his lips covering the nipple. He sucks and licks and drives me flat-out crazy. He then moves to my other breast and does the same thing. After a few minutes of this, I am instinctually lifting my hips, seeking release. My movement doesn’t go unnoticed by Farren. His fingers part my folds and glide along my slick core. With his mouth latched on to one breast, and his fingers working me like a finely tuned instrument, my climax builds and builds.

He winds me up till I’m ready to spring, and when he releases my nipple from his mouth and presses a path of wet kisses down to my core, I am at the peak, chanting, “Oh my God, oh my God.”

“Not God, Essa,” Farren says softly, his hot breaths caressing my pubic bone.

No, not God. “Farren,” I correct.

He lowers his head and touches my clit with his tongue, and I explode. “Oh, Farren, Farren,” I moan, writhing and arching.

I go slack, but Farren is not anywhere close to being finished with me. He moves his fingers in and out of me, hitting my sweet spot in just the right way. At the same time, he sucks on my nub, licking and lapping. I’m overwhelmed, and sweet pressure quickly builds again. I suck in a breath, and when Farren presses his tongue to the underside of my clit, waves of pleasure wash over me. I finally understand what all the fuss is about.

Two orgasms in succession, and I find all sense of propriety is lost. I grind my sex right up into Farren’s face. But he doesn’t seem to mind. He hoists my ass up higher and shoves his tongue deep inside of me.

“Gah—oh, f*ck, Farren.” Another intense orgasm renders me incoherent.

When I finally come back down to earth, he sits up. I expect this to be the point where he moves up my body and makes me his. After all, I can see how hard he is. His erection now extends beyond the top edge of his boxer briefs. The tip is moist with pre-cum, and for the first time in my life, I long to put a cock in my mouth—Farren’s cock.

He catches me staring at his dick and quirks an eyebrow. “Like what you see, Essa?”

I nod.

He tilts his head slightly. “What are you thinking?” he asks.

I’m quiet, and he prods, “Essalin?”

I whisper the truth. “I’m thinking that I want to know what you taste like.”

Smiling, he leans down and kisses the insides of my still-quivering thighs—once, twice—and then he scoots up the bed until he is kneeling next to my head.

When he takes off his boxer briefs, I gush, “Wow. You’re, like, really huge.”

Farren chuckles and lets me stare in amazement.

“I can’t wait to feel you inside of me,” I murmur.

And that makes him groan. “Essa…”

But tonight is about taking things slowly. I know he’ll make me wait. Still, I can’t stop staring…and desiring.

“Essalin,” Farren rasps, his voice thick with his own need, “look at me.”

He trails a hand down to where I am, frankly, dripping. My eyes meet his, and he slides one finger into me. When he adds a second, my hips, of their own accord, begin to move with him.

“I don’t think I can take much more,” I gasp.

“You can take a lot more,” he tells me.

And so I move with him. I’m so wet that his fingers slide with ease between my swollen lips. “There you go, baby,” he says as his thumb works my clit.

When he adds a third finger and pumps more rapidly, I say, “I think I’m going to come again.”

“I know you’re going to come again,” he replies.