Those books.I’d noticed them earlier. Lots of candy-colored covers and cute, punny titles. Several of them had little sticky notes and tabs feathering out from the pages. I grabbed the first paperback I could reach and set it in front of Sunny. “Tell me about it, then.”
“What does that mean?” she asked.
I ran a hand over the generous curve of her ass and asked myself the same question. What the fuck was I thinking here? The truth was, I wasn’t thinking. I couldn’t think. Not while buried so deep inside her that I expected her to gag any minute.
“Read me your favorite part,” I said.
“Out…loud?”
“What’s the point of research if you don’t share it?”
She was still and quiet long enough that it seemed like she wasn’t up for this kind of thing. But then she said, “Promise you won’t make fun of me?”
I skimmed a hand up her spine, over her shoulder. “I wouldn’t dare.”
She struggled to flip through the book as I moved in her, frequently stopping to press her face to the pages and cry out. I wasn’t prepared when she said, “‘I brought a hand to my erection, squeezing it through my trousers.’”
I lost the rhythm for a second and had to steady myself. “Keep going,” I ordered.
“‘I pushed her legs apart. Even in the darkness I could see’”—she breathed out a low cry that seemed to grab me by the balls—“‘the shine of her arousal. I dragged two fingers through her’—oh,fuck, Beckett—‘her slit. I breathed her in as I circled the pearl at her apex, tracing around and around while her hips rolled and her stance widened.’”
I realized right then that I’d made a serious miscalculation. I couldn’t listen to thisandlast for more than a minute or two, and if the glorious rush of wet was any indication, Sunny was feeling the same way.
But I didn’t stop her.
Instead I leaned down to nip at her shoulder and reached a hand around to circle her clit the same way the guy in this story did. I knew an instruction when I heard one.
“‘I leaned forward,’” she continued, “‘dropping light kisses up and down her’—oh, god, yes, I’m right there, don’t stop, Beckett,pleasedon’t stop—‘her cleft. I ran the tip of my tongue around her clit and pumped my fingers into her cunt and—’”
Sunny went off like a goddamn rocket and there was nothing left for me to do but follow. I couldn’t see her face but I knew she was lost in the outright rush of pleasure. I knew she was melting like she had all the other times tonight and I knew she’d disappear into another dimension for a minute. But then I’d get to gather her to me and get back to the sense that I was finally, finally all the things that I’d ever wanted to be.
We groaned together as I slipped out of her and we groaned again when I ran my fingers over her slick folds.
“I think you’re trying to kill me,” she said, her face in the book.
“Would you like me to stop?”
She paused. I did the same. Then, “No.”
With a hand on her ass holding her in place, I leaned down, sucked her clit for two relentless minutes while she shook and screamed and finally broke apart all over me once more. “Sex tastes good on you,” I said, shifting to clean up the condom.
She murmured something incoherent while I straightened the blankets and sheets. I climbed in beside her, turning her body to tuck into mine and kissing every inch of skin I could find.
“Are you going to finish?” I asked.
“Finish what?” She sounded like a drunk sleepwalker. Ilovedit. I wanted to fall asleep to that sound for the rest of my nights.
“I’m invested, Sunny. I need to know what happens after he pumps his fingers into her cunt.” She glared at me over her shoulder, bleary-eyed and too deeply sated to generate any of her usual sadism and giggles. I gave her ass a light slap. She tried to glower but it was more of an adorable pout. “Does it end well for them?”
With a huff, she flipped back to her page, cleared her throat, and read, “‘—and there was nothing more perfect than this moment.’”
Neither of us said anything for a minute. We couldn’t. Not when it ended withthat. Not when everything inside this room seemed to press in tight, like the air had thinned out and we had to work that much harder to breathe now.
Eventually, I took the book from her and set it on the table. “That’s a relief.”
“You might think that,” Sunny said, “but he doesn’t get his cock out until much later.”
“A relief for her, then?” She bobbed her head. “Sometimes, that’s all that matters.”
