She grins against my lips. “I think I need help understanding the difference.”
“Let me show you.” I kiss her. Sweet. Deep. I work my way down her body until I push her back on her elbows, my hand caressing between her breasts and down to her stomach.
Darcy throws her head back as my tongue dives into her, clutching her thighs against my shoulders. I close my eyes and lose myself in her: the taste, her scent, her silkiness against my tongue, her little moans and squirms. Her hand strokes through my hair. “Feels so good, Jake. You look so hot. Your big hands on my thighs.”
She watches me and I do my best to give her something to see. It’s taking every bit of my willpower not to touch my cock. I could easily come from doing this, but I want to save it for when I get inside her.
Her voice is more unsure when she asks, “You like doing that?”
I raise my head and circle a gentle finger around her clit. “I love it. You taste so fucking good. I could do this all day.”
“Okay. As you were,” she breathes, grasping my hair and forcing me back down. The way she walks some line of submission and taking charge has me completely spellbound. She gets louder and I go harder, inserting my fingers and thrusting upward. “Shit, Jake, I think maybe—it’s coming. I’m coming. Fast.”
I keep going, but instead of getting louder, she goes quiet. My fingers continue their movement, but I sit back. “Everything okay?”
“I think I lost it,” she says, not meeting my eyes.
I stop what I’m doing and lace my fingers with her closest hand. “Hey. No big deal. Do you want me to stop, or keep going?”
She picks at a piece of fluff on my bedspread, so I caress her thigh with my fingers to bring her back to me. “Sorry. It’s just kind of embarrassing. I don’t want you to think you’re bad at it, because you’re not. I almost came, and almost coming sometimes feels better than coming. But I just have trouble making that last push.”
I rub my lips together, savoring her taste on them. “Alright. Can I . . . almost make you come, then? If you do come, great. If not, I don’t mind torturing you a little. Just tell me what you need when we’re in that zone. It’s about you feeling good, not necessarily about you coming.”
Darcy sits up so suddenly I wonder if she’s going to get sick or something, but she palms the back of my head and pulls me to her for a kiss, then holds me close. “I almost said something really stupid.”
“Oh yeah? What was that?”
“I’m not dropping the L word this early because ew, and I’m certainly not dropping it over getting good head from the most understanding man I’ve ever met.”
“Glad to know the secret to love is good head.”
We share a laugh and slowly, I push her to her back and return my head between her thighs. I settle in and take my time, listening to her sighs and quivers for cues.
“Right there, right there, stay there,” she cries, pressing harder against my mouth. Sounds of sweet agony pour from her lips as she pushes me back, then pulls me in again. After maybe the third cycle of that, her back bows off the bed like she’s having a damn exorcism. I’ve got her. This is it. Darcy convulses and I am drunk on this power. I have brought this woman to the brink and back again multiple times, feeling the way she rides out the waves of pleasure. Because when I think about it, she’s right: those moments right before you come are really the best ones—and I gave her that several times.
Until she falls over that edge. She pulls my hair so hard it hurts, her screams and gasps the best praise I’ll ever receive. Her breathing slows and she slumps against me. I raise higher on my knees and rest my face against her stomach. “Good?”
“The best,” she laughs. “Ever.”
“You ready for me?”
She flops back on the mattress and wipes a tear off her cheek. “Give me a minute. That was a lot.”
“Hang tight,” I say, kissing her belly button before I get up.
I shuffle to the kitchen, getting down two glasses and filling them with water. I return to the bedroom and hand her one.
She puffs her bottom lip out. “This is really nice.”
“It’s loving on you.”
She looks at me long and hard, then takes another drink of her water.
“I take it nobody’s been loving on you?”
She shakes her head. “Wish I’d met you sooner.”
“You can wish that all you want. But we’re in the exact right place at the exact right time.”
