Her eyes flare and her breath hitches. “An orgasm?”
“I won’t fuck you. I’ll keep my cock in my clothes. But I can’t stand the way you’re writhing against me. You need relief and I can give it to you.”
“You’re going to give me an orgasm but keep your dick to yourself?”
It’s cute how she says dick. I bet I could get her to say the word cock during sex.
“I can use my fingers or my mouth.” I waggle my eyebrows. “What’ll it be?”
“This isn’t a good idea,” she says but she’s rubbing herself against me. I can feel the heat of her core through my jeans.
“You can walk away now.”
She studies me for a moment. “What if I want a non-self-induced orgasm?”
“I’m your man.” Those words feel right. I force the thought away. I’m not Sloane’s man. I don’t do relationships. Except I have a baby daughter now. I guess I do some relationships.
“Okay,” she gasps out and I start to shimmy down her body.
She tugs on my ears to stop me. “But this is our secret. You tell no one and I’ll tell no one.”
My stomach sours. I’m no one’s secret. But I find myself nodding. I want to taste Sloane more than anything. Besides, what we do in this bed is no one’s business.
“Deal,” I murmur before sliding down her body. “I want to taste you.” Her eyes flare.
I draw her sweats with her panties down her legs. Her shapely, smooth legs I want to feel wrapped around me. My cock pulses in my jeans in agreement.
“Spread your legs, sweetness.”
She bites her bottom lip and stares at me for a long moment. Is she shy in bed? She won’t be shy once she realizes how good I can make her feel.
I tap her ankle and she opens for me. “Wider, sweetness. My shoulders need to fit.”
I draw my hands up her legs until I nearly reach her core before retreating. I repeat the action a few times until her breaths are shallow.
I drop my chin to hide my grin. I don’t want her thinking I’m laughing at her.
I fit my shoulders between her legs and use my fingers to open her up wide to me. I drag my nose along her slit and inhale. Strawberries and sunshine.
I wonder if she tastes as good as she smells. Time to find out.
I circle her clit with my tongue and she jumps. I chuckle as I place a hand over her hips to keep her right where I want her.
I tease her clit with my tongue until she threads her hands through my hair and yanks. Only then do I latch on and suck. She moans long and hard.
I continue to suck and nibble on her hard nub until her legs are trembling.
“Zane,” she wheezes.
“Right here, sweetness.”
I don’t demand she tell me what she wants. There will be time for demands in the future. I frown. Future? This is a one off.
All my sexual encounters are one and done. But I don’t want to lump Sloane into the same pile as all the other women I’ve been with. She’s different.
Shit. Am I falling for her?
I force those thoughts away. I promised Sloane an orgasm, and I always keep my promises.
