I do it again, and again, learning her with my tongue the way she learns everything else: methodical, hungry, thorough. When I slide one finger inside, she clenches so hard my vision tunnels. A second finger and she’s rocking into my face, tiny broken sounds spilling out.
I curl them, suck her clit gently, and watch her fall apart.
“That’s one,” I murmur against her, lips slick. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come, Min.”
She’s shaking, glasses fogged, tears at the corners of her eyes, but she’s smiling like I just handed her the stars.
Still inside her, I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “Ready for number two, baby?”
She nods, frantic, fingers threading through my hair.
“Good girl,” I breathe, and go back down like a man possessed.
Sliding my hands under her ass, I lift her to my mouth and feast. No more pressure, faster flicks, then slow, lazy circles until she’s writhing. Every time she gets close, I back off just enough to keep her hovering, thighs shaking around my ears.
“Tristan, please,” she gasps, voice cracking. “Don’t stop this time, I need—”
“I’ve got you.” I push two fingers deep again, curl hard, and suck her clit in pulsing pulls.
She comes with a sharp cry, hips bucking so hard I have to pin her down. I keep licking, gentler now, drawing it out until she’s sobbing my name and trying to squirm away from overstimulation.
I don’t let her.
“Too much—no, wait, I want it—” she babbles, fingers yanking my hair.
I growl against her, slide a third finger in, stretch her open while I tongue her clit in tight, relentless circles. She’s so wet it’s dripping down my wrist, down my chin, soaking the sheets.
“Come again for me, baby. Want to feel this little pussy try to push me out.”
She does, harder than the first two, back bowing, a broken “oh God, oh God” spilling out as she clamps around my fingers and floods my mouth. I drink her down, praising her through it.
“That’s three,” I rasp, kissing the trembling inside of her thigh. “One more. You’re doing so fucking good.”
I flip her onto her stomach because I need to see her ass shake while she falls apart. One day, I want to wake up to this sight—my hoodie on her, hair tangled, body flushed from sleep instead of orgasms. She scrambles to her knees on instinct, hoodie bunched under her arms, face buried in the pillow. I spread her again, lick a stripe from clit to hole just to hear her muffled scream, then settle in like I could live here forever.
My thumb rubs her clit in circles while my tongue pushes inside her, fucking her slow and deep. She’s pushing back now, shameless, chasing it, voice wrecked.
“Tristan, it’s too big, it’s—”
“It’s perfect,” I snarl. “Let it happen, Min. Let me have it.”
The fourth hits hard. She goes rigid, then melts, a long, long, shuddering moan that sounds like my name and prayer mixed together. Her whole body pulses around my tongue, thighs clamping my head, and I keep going until she’s limp and gasping, tears wetting the pillow.
Crawling up her body, I turn her over gently and pull her into my chest. She’s shaking, smiling, eyes glassy.
“Four.” I press my lips against her temple, kissing the tears away. “Told you I’d add a new quadrant.”
She’s liquid in my arms, slight and trembling and everything I could ever want. I pull the hoodie off her completely sothere’s nothing between us but sweat and heartbeats, then tug the comforter up over us both. Her glasses are somewhere in the sheets; I’ll find them later. Right now, I just want her face against my throat and her legs tangled with mine.
Her breathing is still ragged, little aftershocks rippling through her every few seconds. I stroke her spine in long, slow passes, feeling her settle.
“Hey,” I say into her hair. “Come back to me.”
She makes a soft, wrecked sound and nuzzles closer. “I’m here. I’m… very here.”
I smile against her temple. “You okay?”
A watery laugh. “I think my central nervous system just rewrote its own code. In a good way.”
