Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

to cup him, exploring velvet soft skin, hard muscles. His abs ripple, and his grip
tightens on my shoulder.
“Oh, hell,” he mutters. His hips falter as he presses into my grip. Slowly, I
ease my way over his body, kissing down his ribs, the narrow line of hair
pointing to his erection.
“Frankie, you don’t have to—”
“I want to,” I whisper. I want to taste him. I want to bring him pleasure for
pleasure’s sake. And it’ll be the first time he’s let me do this.
Ren groans and rolls his hips as I take a soft, teasing lick. He reaches for my
waist and spins me so he can reach between my thighs. Rubbing my clit with his
thumb, he curls two fingers inside me.
A rough cry rips out of me, before I grip the root of his cock and take him
deep into my mouth. My legs shake as he strokes my G-spot, works my clit. Ren
breathes unsteadily, his free hand delicately cupping my head, his fingers
knotting in my hair.
“Oh, God, Frankie. Your mouth. Jesus.”
I moan with pleasure, watching him fall apart under my touch, locking eyes
with those pale irises that widen as his hips falter.
“Close,” he whispers, warning me, trying to pull away. I shake my head,
hold him tight in my grip.
Stay. I want this.
My orgasm begins at the heart of me, radiating out. Ren feels it, his eyes
widening, then growing hazy as he thrusts into my mouth. Air rushes out of me
as I fly over the edge, as light dances behind my eyelids. With a pained shout,
Ren arches his back, pouring in hot, long pulses down my throat. His breath is
rough and erratic. I slowly release him with one final kiss to the tip and smile up
at him.
With no preamble, he reaches for me and pulls me flush over his body. After
long quiet moments, he presses cool lips along my neck, up to my mouth with a
heavy, satisfied exhale.
“Well, Zenzero,” I say happily against his neck. “Not that I’m surprised, but
your Rookie of the Year, MVP status remains unchallenged.”
A laugh rumbles out of him, as he meets my lips for a tender kiss. “I feel like
this is all we should be doing. Like I want to quit my job and spend the rest of
my life doing this with you.”
“Guess what?” I whisper.
“What?”
“That’s what off-season’s for.”
A warm, mischievous smile brightens his face. “And there goes all incentive