#Chapter 112 – Lower

I gasp again, one of my hands fisting in the fabric of the duvet as Christian tugs my panties down over my thighs, and then slips them down my legs and tosses them away like they couldn’t possibly matter, like it offended him that they were there in the first place. And then I groan as he lowers his mouth to me, giving one long, indulgent lick up my center as one hand reaches upwards, his fingers splaying out over the soft skin of my stomach. His other hand dips lower, touching me just where I want to be touched. I gasp softly, whimpering a little, unable to help it as Christian pulses his tongue against the bundle of nerves at the crest of me. I start, immediately, to unravel – my eyes pressed shut and my face turned hard into the pillow beneath my head. Because – I mean – Christian has no way of knowing this – but no one has ever kissed me there before – has never licked me like this – And I moan, hard, almost feral – because, I mean, I had no idea what I was missing out on. Chri