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

Her hand movements quickened, her hips jutting forward. And then she tucked one finger inside her pussy.

“Oh, yeah.” He stepped closer, and dropped down to his knees, putting himself at eye level to her sex. He needed to see up close, watch her finger drilling in and out of her hot sheath.

She was wet, the smell of her arousal soaking the air around him. He licked his lips and tilted his head back to look at her. Her face was dark with desire, her mouth open as she panted.

“Let me taste you.”

She removed her finger and held it out for him. He grasped her wrist and brought her hand forward, wrapped his tongue around her finger and sucked it into his mouth.

Tart, tangy. Sexy, just like the woman who made him crazy.

She moaned when he sucked, and the pressure kicked higher inside him. But he could wait. He had patience. He wanted her to come first.

He pulled her finger out of his mouth and stood, leaning over the bed. “Lay down, babe.”

She dropped to her back and he pulled her to the edge of the bed, then parted her legs. He took a moment to just look at her while she was naked. If someone had told him a week ago that he’d be naked in a room with Ella Hicks, he would have laughed at them, would have said that would never happen. He was glad he’d been wrong, because he couldn’t think of anyone he wanted to be with more than her.

And maybe he always had, but he’d pushed the thought aside. She belonged to someone else, even if that someone else was dead. It had always been hard for him to think of her as a woman—an available woman—because he’d always thought of James.

But for some reason, ever since he found her here in Hawaii, all those reservations had disappeared.

Because while they were here, she belonged only to him, even if it was just for a week.

And he was going to enjoy having her for every minute he could.

And every which way he could.

He spread her legs and knelt, slipping his hands under her thighs so he could raise her hips. She lifted up on her elbows. Obviously she wanted to watch.

He spread kisses along the smooth skin of each inner thigh, then looked up at her and smiled, watching the tension spread across her face as he lowered his mouth to her sex.

Her skin was warm and bathed in her scent. He breathed her in and took a long, slow lick of the entire length of her pussy. She shuddered underneath him, a soft cry escaping her lips. He wanted to hear more of that and pressed his tongue against her clit. She lifted against him, moaned again, this time louder.

Oh, yeah.

She had a sweet pussy, her body so damn responsive it was all he could do not to plunge his cock inside her right now. But doing this to her—for her—was more important. He loved feeling her squirm underneath his hand, his mouth, taste her as she edged closer and closer with every lap of his tongue. He felt her tighten, knew what he needed to do.

He swirled his tongue over her clit and slid one finger inside her.

“Clay. Oh, God. Yes.” Her entire body vibrated when she came, her pussy squeezing his finger tight while she convulsed and thrashed against his mouth. And oh, he liked it. He liked it a lot seeing her let go like this.

He took her down easy, using slow licks and caresses, waited until her body stopped shaking before he stood, put on a condom and leaned over her.

Her eyes were glazed over and she wore a half smile that told him how much she’d enjoyed her orgasm. He’d always liked giving a woman pleasure. But making Ella come meant something more to him.

He didn’t want to analyze it. It made his gut clench in a way that meant there was emotion involved in that thought. And that was dangerous territory.

Ella drew her knees up and planted her feet flat on the bed. “You going to fuck me or stare at me?”

His lips lifted. “Both, probably.”

She frowned. “That freaks me out a little.”

He laughed. “No, it doesn’t. But if my looking at how beautiful you are when you come bothers you so much, how about we do this instead?”

He rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled her to the end of the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. That placed her ass right up against him, which made his cock dance in anticipation and his balls draw up tight.

She threw a glance over her shoulder and wiggled her butt. “Oh, I like this.”

He held on to her hips, rocking against her. “Me, too. Sure you aren’t going to worry I’m looking at you?”

She rolled her eyes and arched her back, rubbing her pussy against his dick. “Smartass.

Are you going to fuck me or psychoanalyze me?”

This was what he liked about Ella—she was such a guy in so many ways, always

throwing his sarcasm right back at him. But where it counted—the sweet softness of her—she was all woman.

He slid inside her. “Oh, I’m definitely gonna fuck you.”

As he thrust to the hilt, she threw her head back, all that glorious dark hair spilling over her shoulders. He rolled his hips against her, rocking back and forth, giving her a little, then a lot, gauging the rhythm she liked.

He already knew what he liked—whatever made her moan again. And he found that the harder he powered against her, the more noises came from her—and they weren’t noises of complaint.

“You want it harder?”

“Yes.”

He pumped deep inside her, withdrew and thrust again. He pulled back and this time those beautiful brown locks resting against her back were too much of a lure. He wound his hand in her hair and used it to pull her head back while he drove deep. She let out a soft whimper, followed