Under My Thumb (Serenade Series #1) by Abby Reynolds Page B

didn’t want to wait anymore. But he kneeled at the bed, pulling my hips to him. Then I realized what he was going to do. I never expected him to go down on me, but I knew that was in store. And I wanted it. Bad. Isaac never did that. After I asked once, I never asked again.
    Cash kissed my inner thighs then slowly reached the apex of my center. Once his lips pressed against me, I was gone. Writhing on the bed and fisting his hair, I moaned through the pleasure he gave me. And damn, he was good at it. His tongue made long strokes over my clitoris then circled it.
    “Cash….”
    His tongue moved inside me then his thumb accompanied it, rubbing the nub intently.
    He took me to a new level, one I never experienced before. It burned then exploded between my legs. Unsure what to do with myself, I gripped his hair and held on, loving the feel of his tongue moving across my folds. “Yes…fuck yes.” I hadn’t had an orgasm in months, and now I realized what I was missing.
    His mouth left my entrance then came back to me. Winded and out of breath, I l ay back and processed what just happened. Cash just gave me the best and most intense orgasm I ever had, and he hadn’t even used his cock. I love America. I hoped all the Yanks were like this.
    Cash rubbed his nose against mine. “I hope we aren’t finished.”
    “God, no,” I blurted. I pulled him close to me and kissed him passionately, thanking him for rocking my world and thawing my body from the ice that took it. This man was a godsend, perfect in every way. I was so glad I agreed to this arrangement. He was the best sex I ever had—hands down.
    Cash moved me further up the bed then rested my head on the pillow. My legs widened, giving him plenty of room. He hovered over me, his chest pressed against mine. I could feel his impatience an d excitement. He wanted me. His cock was twitching against my thigh, eager to be inside me.
    “Fuck me.”
    Cash’s eyes widened and he moaned. He grabbed a condom from his nightstand then ripped it open in a hurry. I grabbed it.
    “Allow me.”
    He stared at my face while I rolled it on. His breathing increased. He was thick in my hands, and his length was impressive. Even with the large condom, it was a tight squeeze. When I left him room at the tip, he leaned over me, pulling my legs apart.
    His cock found my entrance like a magnet then slid inside. I was pushed further into the mattress as he entered, stretching me in such a good way. The further he went, the more my body accommodated him. And shit, it felt amazing. I gripped his forearms while he moved inside. My head rolled back as I widened my legs, wanting him to fuck me harder. I bit my lip. We hadn’t even started yet and I was in heaven.
    Cash t hrust his hips and moved inside me. His strokes were long and even. He didn’t go as fast as I expected, and I knew he was trying not to come. I had him excited all day, so I knew he was eager to blow his load. But he was trying to make it last as long as possible for me. And that made him Superman. Our relationship was mutual, and he wanted to get me off. I loved him for that.
    I placed one hand on the back of his neck and the other on his lower back, pulling myself into him at the same time. It felt so good that I didn’t want it to end. His cock got the job done. And I started to come. Again. That never happened before.
    A scream escaped my mouth as he rocked into me. He increased his pace to give me as much pleasure as he could.
    “You look beautiful when you come.”
    I caught my breath as my moment ended. Tenderness throbbed between my legs long after, making every stroke still feel amazing. “How do you look when you come?”
    He accepted my challenge. “You’re about to find out.” He went ape-shit on me and fucked me hard. The headboard slammed into the wall, crashing loudly. Seeing him work on top of me, the sweat dripping down, made the pleasure between my legs even better.
    “Come inside me,” I said into his