“Yeah.”
“If something happens… if this gets worse…”
I lift my hand and cup her cheek. “It won’t.”
She searches my eyes. “You can’t promise that.”
“I can promise this,” I say quietly. “I’m not leaving you.”
Her breath catches. She nods once, and her hand slides to my chest, palm flat over my heart like she’s feeling the proof.
I kiss her again—soft this time. A seal. A vow without words. “I can’t stop kissing you,” I admit to her.
“Then don’t.”
I know the timing is bad. I know I shouldn’t be kissing her, but I can’t stop myself. I lift up onto my elbows, looking down at her. “I want to make you feel good.”
She nods, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. “Okay.”
I move down her body, pressing needy kisses in my wake until I reach the waistband of her yoga shorts. I tug them down her body, kissing her hip bone. Once her shorts are gone, I growl at the sight of her light-blue panties.
I grin up at her from between her thighs, eyes locked on hers, dark and hungry. “These pretty little panties? They’ve gotta fucking go, baby.” My voice is rough, low, already wrecked from wanting her. I hook my fingers under the lace and drag them down her legs slow, savoring the way she shivers when the cool air hits her bare skin. I toss them aside and press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the soft inside of her thigh, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp.
Her fingers dive into my hair, tugging hard, and she breathes my name like a plea. “Crewe…”
That’s all the permission I need.
I spread her wider with my shoulders, settling in like I’m never leaving this spot. Fuck, she’s already soaked—glistening, swollen, perfect. I drag the flat of my tongue through her folds in one long, slow stroke, tasting her, groaning against her pussy because goddamn, she’s sweet. It’ssoaddicting.
I zero in on her clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue, teasing, then flicking fast and light until her hips jerk. “That’s it,” I murmur right against her, letting the vibration sink in. “Let me hear you, Riley. Let me hear how much you love my mouth on this pretty cunt.”
Her breathing turns ragged, frantic little pants that make my cock throb painfully against the mattress. I love her like this—desperate, unraveling, completely mine. I suck her clit between my lips, gentle at first, then harder, rolling it with my tongue while I slide one thick finger deep inside her.
Jesus Christ. She’s so tight, so wet, clenching around me like she’s trying to pull me in deeper. My whole body lights up, blood roaring in my ears, cock so hard it hurts. But this isn’t about me yet. This is about worshiping her. Making her feel safe, cherished, fucking adored.
I add a second finger, curling them up to hit that spot that makes her back bow off the bed. “You’re dripping for me,” I growl against her clit. “So fucking wet I can hear it. Listen to how greedy this pussy is for me.” I pump my fingers slow and deep, then faster, matching the rhythm of my tongue until she’s grinding against my face, chasing it.
She thrusts her hips up, needy, and I plant my free hand on her lower belly, pinning her down. “Stay right there, baby. Let me eat this sweet little pussy the way it deserves. You don’t move unless I say.”
She whimpers, thighs trembling around my head, and I dive back in—sucking, licking, fucking her with my fingers while I devour her. Nothing else exists. No threats. No missions. Just her taste on my tongue, her moans filling the room, her body shaking under my mouth.
“I’m so close,” she gasps, voice breaking.
“Give it to me,” I rasp, voice thick with need. “Come on my tongue, Riley. Drench my fucking face. I want to feel you fall apart.”
I suck her clit harder, fingers curling relentlessly, and she shatters.
Her whole body locks up, thighs clamping around my ears as she cries out my name. I don’t stop—keep licking her through every pulse, every shudder, drawing it out until she’s giggling breathlessly, oversensitive and boneless beneath me.
“I can’t feel my toes,” she manages, voice wrecked and dreamy.
I lift my head just enough to meet her hazy eyes, lips slick and swollen, chin dripping with her. I lick my lips slow, deliberate, tasting every last drop of her.
“Good,” I say, voice dark and satisfied.
I clean us both up, and tuck her against my body. She hums softly as her body relaxes against me.
“I should return the favor…”
