Free Take a Bow (The Perfect Plans Series Book 2) by C.J. Wells

from my euphoric trance, his perfect lips and tongue leaving a quivering trail of puckered flesh down my stomach along the way. I watch through bated breaths as he slowly and sensually glides my skirt down my legs, the onslaught of his tantalizing mouth below my belly button luring my fingers in his tousled curls.
    Leaving my skirt in a pool at my feet, his hands glide up the back of my legs, his fingers massaging the cheeks of my behind before gripping my thong. “Fuck, I want to taste you,” he whispers huskily, his lips lingering at the small patch of material shielding my pulsing mound.
    “Oh God, Alex,” I moan as he jerks my thong down my legs, his tongue taking teasing ownership of my wet folds, his hands back on my ass, squeezing, spreading me for his pleasure from behind. It’s incredibly sexy to witness his loss of control, on his knees before me, his hand sliding around to work alongside his sinful tongue.
    I gasp as he plunges two fingers inside me, sucking my clit into his mouth. I can’t take my eyes off what he’s doing to me, and as his eyes find mine, I loose my breath completely. His beautiful baby-blues mesmerize me with their sparkling desire, his tongue teasing my engorged bud, his lips curled sinfully up at the corners as he watches me.
    “Do you like that, baby?” he whispers, the warmth of his breath like fire on my throbbing sex.
    I bite my lip, barely managing a nod through my moans, my frantic agreement inaudible in my lust filled haze, glued to his sinful stare.
    He closes his eyes on a groan of his own, the break of his gaze sending my head falling back in abandon as his lips recapture my bud, his tongue lapping in perfect rhythm with his fingers, driving me wild with a slow sensual thrusting.
    I grind into his onslaught, riding his delicious mouth and the quickened thrusting of his digits as my orgasm builds. The loss of his lips pulls my gaze once more, and I watch as he licks the finger of his free hand, returning it to my behind, to tease the opening there. My body relaxes, welcoming the temptation of his wickedly delicious assault. The combination of his double penetration, the workings of his lips and tongue, sends me plummeting over the edge, screaming his name as I grip and pull at his hair, desperate to hang on for dear life.
    “Fuck, Aby,” he whispers, his hands working ravenously up my body, capturing me firmly in his hold as my legs give out beneath me.
    I reply with a string of indecipherable breathless moans, curling into his embrace, his sexy chuckle drawing me back to earth. “That…” I gasp a few extra breaths, “…was incredible.”
    “ You are incredible,” he strokes my back lovingly, allowing me to come down from my high. “And beautiful…” he whispers, his lips brushing a soft kiss across my forehead.
    “I feel beautiful…in your arms,” I mutter through a trembling grin. I’ve never felt more alive, more myself, than when I’m in Alex’s arms. It’s incredibly rewarding and frightening at the same time. He consumes me in every way. And that still scares me.
    Finding the strength to lift my head to look up into his eyes, the hunger I find there fuels the quick return of my own. My body is like kindling to his desire, a simple glance holding the power to set me ablaze.
    “If you only knew how beautiful you really are,” he shakes his head, his stare burning through my system like wildfire. Consuming me.
    Grabbing his face in my hands, I pull his lips to mine, teeth crashing, tongues tasting in desperate longing through his deep sexy growl. My pussy clenches in longing anticipation of his fill, and I reach down, frantically maneuvering the removal of his pants, struggling with the belt buckle in my wanton craze.
    “Hold on, baby,” he warns through our kiss, lifting me to stand, my arms and legs wrapping around him instinctively as he carries me to the bed. Its height is inviting as he lays me gently down on my back, my legs spread at his sides