Cade lifts my leg, his lips pressing featherlight kisses along my inner thigh until he positions it over his shoulder. Then he’s front and center with my p***y. Thank God for the Glacier Point spa’s waxing services. Of course, I’ve been on my hands and knees, cleaning the bathroom. But Cade strips away all my inhibitions when he nibbles right where my thigh meets my center.
The anticipation of his mouth on my clit makes my back fall to the mattress, unable to watch it actually happen. As soon as his tongue strokes up my folds and twirls around my clit, pleasure wraps me in its warm embrace. His touch is soft and leaves me wanting more, so I grind my core to his mouth for more friction.
He takes a break, and I rise on my elbows. His heated eyes are glued on me. “Good?”
“Yeah,” I say brea
