Honor Bound by Joey Hill (speld decodable readers .txt) 📕

time, there was an underlying look of passion in his eyes, turning their normal sea blue to a dark, stormy color.

He finally skimmed his hand down her belly, his fingers tantalizingly close to her panties.

He slid his fingertips just underneath. She held her breath, her gaze riveted on his face, while he tucked his hand inside to cup her sex.

She expelled her breath and sucked it in again as a whirlwind of pleasure surrounded her.

“You’re wet. Hot. God, you feel good, Ella.”

She fought to swallow as he moved his hand farther, sliding along her pussy lips, his fingers teasing, dipping into the wetness there and coating her. She arched against his hand and he rubbed the heel against her clit.

She gasped. Instinct forced her to grab his wrist and guide his hand to the spot that gave her the most pleasure. “Yes. Right there. Oh, Clay, that feels so good.”

He pressed his lips against her temple, his warm breath teasing her ear. “I like to hear you talk, Ella. Tell me what feels good to you.”

He slid a finger inside her and she lifted, still holding on to his wrist.

“That? Or do you want more?”

Another finger joined the first, and he pumped in and out. Ella tilted her head back and rocked her hips against his fingers. “Yes. Oh, God, yes, I like that.”

He swirled his thumb over her clit while he finger fucked her, and the sensation was incredible. It had been too long, and she was so ready to come.

“Yeah. Squeeze my fingers with your pussy, baby. Come for me.”

Tension spiraled up and through her as she held back, wanting to prolong the intensity of this pleasure. Clay continued to work her pussy and slid his hand against her clit. She turned her head and looked into his eyes, at the dark desire she saw there, and she had no hope of holding on any longer. She let go, her orgasm seizing every muscle of her body.

She tightened, then released, pleasure flowing through her like the sweetest electric current, making her shake all over as rivers of sensation rocked her. And throughout, Clay tunneled his fingers in and out of her, intensifying her climax until she lay spent and limp as a rag doll on the bed.

She smiled up at him, wanting to tell him how grateful she was for what he’d just given her, but knowing it wouldn’t come out right. So instead, she rolled to her side and reached for his cock, wrapping her fingers around the hot, hard center of him.

He hissed at the contact, then looked down where her hand was connected to his cock.

Ella stroked him, learning the feel of him, loving every sensation from hard to velvety soft.

“Squeeze harder,” he said.

She shuddered at the commanding tone of his voice and wanted to please him the way he had pleased her. She gripped him tighter and he thrust within her hand, making her imagine him inside her, doing exactly the same thing. She rolled her thumb over the soft mushroomed crest of his cock. It was slippery, moist with his fluids. She paused, never having done it with James before, but for some reason she felt bolder with Clay. She didn’t know why, but wasn’t about to question it. She lifted her finger to her mouth and sucked his taste from her thumb.

Clay’s nostrils flared and he sucked in a breath. “Christ, Ella. Are you trying to make me come?”

She smiled as she licked his taste off her fingers. Salty, with just a hint of tart sweetness.

It made her want more. “Maybe.”

He rolled her over onto her back and spread her arms wide, latching onto her wrists with his hands. “I think I’d rather come while I’m fucking you. Plenty of time to play later.”

She liked the sound of that. Of both ideas, actually. Fucking and playing. She wanted everything with Clay, wanted to know what it was like with him, wanted to know if she’d missed anything, if there were things he could teach her.

He climbed off the bed and returned a few seconds later with a condom. She lay there, curious, while he tore open the package and watched him roll the condom onto his cock, realizing she’d never seen a man apply one before. She and James had been each others’

firsts, and she was using birth control, so they’d never used condoms.

This would be a new experience.

He kneeled between her legs and Ella raised her knees, expecting him to push inside her.

Instead he dropped down and began to kiss her thighs.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh, so close to her sex she felt his breath on her clit as he lifted his head to look up at her. “I want you ready, Ella. So close to coming you’re ready to scream at me. Then I’ll fuck you.”

Heat rose and flared outward. She was already aroused, ready for him. How much more of this could she take?

The first lash of his tongue along the lips of her pussy brought her head up off the mattress, a soft moan escaping her lips. She didn’t want to compare, didn’t want to think about a man she had loved with all her heart. But James didn’t go down on her, didn’t really enjoy it all that much. And she hadn’t pressured him to do it. She figured as long as the fucking was good, she didn’t need oral sex.

Dear God in heaven, Clay had a masterful tongue. Hot, wet, licking around her clit, pressing his tongue against the sensitive nub, then sliding along her pussy lips and tucking his tongue inside her.

She might die. Could a woman die from getting oral sex? She felt these amazing

sensations spiraling through her, and was shocked when her climax built so fast, especially after just having had one. She arched upward against Clay’s mouth. . . . so close, so very close.

And then Clay latched onto her clit and sucked.