One of her hands came up to thread through my hair. “Oh God. Yes. Like that.”
I switched to her other breast, applying what I’d learned, and was rewarded with her nails scraping against my scalp.
“More,” she gasped. “Luke, I need more.”
“More of what? Be specific.”
“Your hands. Your mouth. I don’t care. Just … just touch me. Please.”
I kissed my way down her stomach, taking my time despite her pleading. When I reached the waistband of her leggings, I looked up at her. “Here?”
“God, yes.”
I hooked my fingers under the elastic and slowly pulled her pants down her legs. She lifted her hips to help, and when they were finally off, I could see the wet spot on her underwear—simple cotton, nothing fancy, and somehow that made it hotter.
“These too?” I asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say it.
“Everything.”
I peeled off her underwear, and the scent of her arousal hit me immediately, making my mouth water. I’d read about this, too—how taste and scent played into arousal—but I hadn’t expected my body to respond so viscerally.
I settled between her legs, and Holly went very still.
“Luke.” Her voice caught. “You don’t have to. If you’re not really into that, we can just?—”
I looked up at her, confused by the sudden shift in her tone, by the words she was speaking. “Not into what?”
Her cheeks flushed deeper, and she wouldn’t quite meet my eyes. “Going down on me. Some guys don’t like it, and that’s okay. Eric always said it was—” She stopped, and swallowed. “You don't have to.”
Something hot and protective flared in my chest. “Eric was a fucking idiot who didn’t deserve you.”
“Luke,” she said, her voice almost pleading.
“I’ve thought about this. At length,” I said, holding her gaze. “About how you’d taste. What sounds you’d make. How you’d look when you came on my tongue.” I kissed her inner thigh, feeling her shiver. “So, unless you don’t want me to, I’m going to spend a very long time down here making you scream.”
Holly’s breath hitched. “I want you to. God, I want you to. I just—I didn’t want you to feel like you had to?—”
“Holly.” I waited until her eyes found mine again. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. Ever. And I really want to do this.”
Her exhale was shaky as uncertainty gave way to something that looked a lot like hope. “Okay. Yes. Please.”
I started slowly—kisses dotted along her inner thighs, deliberately avoiding her pussy. She squirmed, trying to direct me, but I held her hips still.
“Patience.”
“I don’t want to be patient. If you’re all in, I am too. I want your mouth on me.”
“And you’ll get it.” I moved my mouth closer. “I promise. But I want to take my time. I want to savor you.”
“You’re killing me.”
“I guarantee you’ll survive.”
When I finally dragged my tongue through her slit, the movement slow and deliberate, Holly’s back arched off the ground, and she cried out. The taste of her flooded my senses: tangy and slightly sweet and utterly intoxicating.
I’d known in theory that I would enjoy this, but the reality was overwhelming.
I wanted to drown in her.
