I huff, half laugh. "That’s not usually the word people use."
"Then they don’t know what the hell they’re looking at."
She leans in and presses a kiss to the scar above my heart. I shiver.
She kisses lower. Over my stomach. Down each ridge. Her hands skim my sides. My cock twitches, hardening again.
She glances up at me through her lashes, her mouth inches from my skin.
"Lie back," she says.
I obey. Arms braced behind me. Breathing rough. Watching her like a man waiting for lightning to strike twice.
She kneels between my legs and tugs at my jeans. I lift my hips so she can strip them off. My underwear goes next. I’m already hard, the ache almost unbearable. Her eyes widen slightly. She licks her lips.
My blood pounds.
"I’ve never..." she starts, then falters.
"You don’t have to," I rasp. "I’m happy to—"
"I want to," she blurts, cheeks flushed.
My cock jerks in response. The idea that she’s never done this. That she wants to learn on me.
Fuck.
"Go slow," I manage. "Do what you feel. I’m not going anywhere."
She nods, nervous but determined. Her hand wraps around me, fingers testing the weight. She strokes, gentle, watching my face. I groan. She smiles. Shy, excited. The she leans down.
Her tongue swipes the head. I hiss. She licks again, then parts her lips and takes me into her mouth.
Heat. Wet heat. Velvet and suction and heaven.
My eyes roll back. I fist the sheets, trying to hold still. She flattens her tongue, pulls off with a pop, then does it again. And again.
When I look down and see her lips wrapped around my cock, her hair spilling over her shoulders, her eyes on mine—Jesus. I nearly lose it.
She takes more of me. Swallows, carefully.
My hips jerk. She gags and pulls off, coughing.
"Shit—sorry," I grit out, hand already at her head. I stroke her hair. "You okay?"
She wipes her mouth and laughs. "I’m fine. You’re just… big."
Pride flares. I try not to smirk. "You can stop—"
"No." She places her palm on my thigh. "I want to try again."
She does. Again and again. Taking more of me each time. My control thins to a thread. She moans around me. The sound vibrates all the way to my spine. When her hand cups my balls, I see stars.
"Willa," I gasp. "Stop. Now. Or it ends right here."
She pulls back, a wicked glint in her eye. "And that would be a problem?"
"Yes." I growl. And flip her onto her back in one swift move.
