“Oh,” she lets out another breathy gasp as she picks up her speed, a determined grimace on her face, and I nearly come in my shorts.
“Yeah, baby,” I rasp out. “Show me how you come.”
She rubs her clit in fast, tight circles, arching off the bed as she cries out.
She collapses back onto the bed, stretching her legs out and twisting her body as she comes down from her high. Her breathing slows, and a lazy smile spreads across her face.
“I think I understand,” I say, my voice hoarse. Her eyes open as I crawl towards her still-open legs.
“Now?” she gasps.
“Only if you want, baby.”
“I can’t. I mean, I’ve never.”
“Never what?”
“Twice, even by myself.”
“But I had such an excellent teacher,” I muse, lowering myself to my belly between her knees.
“Liam,” she warns, but she doesn’t close her legs. I kiss the inside of her thigh.
“Like I said, you are in control. We can stop any time, but I would very much like to make you come.” I kiss higher up her inner thigh. “Again.”
“Okay, but—” I can feel her body tense. I stop and pull back, giving her space.
“Hey, look at me, sweetheart.” She gazes down at me with her doe eyes, still a little post-orgasm drunk. “We can stop. That was already the best show I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“No!” She reaches, catching me by the shirt, and I can’t help but laugh. “I just don’t know if I can,” she says, fingering the fabric, “you know, finish…again.”
“How about you just enjoy yourself, and we’ll see where we end up?”
She nods and then actually smiles, draping her arm over her eyes.
“What?”
“I’ve just never been this open in talking about sex, you know.”
“I think communication is pretty sexy,” I tell her. And while I never fuck around when it comes to consent, I’ve never wanted to actually learn how to please someone more than I do right now. And not for some bullshit toxic masculinity reason like I’m the only guy who can make her come, but because she deserves it. She deserves a guy who will take the time to figure out how to make her happy—
I mean, how to make her come. I can do that. I can make her come.
“Okay,” Sophie says, breaking into my thoughts that were veering severely off course. “I think your head was down here somewhere.” She closes her eyes and gestures between her legs.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say. I settle between her legs and twirl my fingers through her folds.
“Oh my god,” she whimpers when I dip two fingers inside, just like she had, although I pause to let her body soften to my larger digits. When her body relaxes around me, I replicate the exact rhythm she used. Her breathy little moans tell me how to adjust my pressure and pace accordingly.
“Yes, Liam,” she gasps when I’ve found her perfect rhythm.
I kiss the inside of her thigh again, while I pump my fingers in and out of her until they are so slippery they make a debaucherous squelching sound that makes my cock somehow even harder. Instead of my thumb, I press my tongue flat against her clit. She lets out that same throaty moan I’ve been dying to hear again since I woke up that first night with her in my arms. I suck her into my mouth and flick my tongue. When she shifts her thighs, I follow her subtle guidance on my location, never slowing the rhythm of my fingers inside of her.
“Oh, God, yes,” she cries out, and I lock in on exactly what I’m doing. Like, I don’t change a single thing.
Her entire body convulses, and she unravels on my tongue while I watch from between the V of her legs.
Chapter 12
