‘It’s perfect. Keep going.’
My grin is wide and I let out a chuckle. He really wants me to continue, so I do.
I move my mouth over him, using my tongue to swirl around the tip and play with the underside of the head.
My hand fists him, working in tandem with my mouth because there's no way I'm going to fit his entire length down my throat.
I move backwards and forwards, using my tongue a lot and creating a bit of suction, my cheeks hollowing.
His hands clutch at the sofa as his hips bounce under me, making me take him deeper.
I gag and pull back a little, giving him a reproachful look.
He lets out a small laugh. 'Sorry,' he rasps, 'I didn't mean to make you choke.'
I get back to my rhythm, picking up the pace just a little.
The sounds he's making make me feel happy and like I've done something good for him. This is making him feel better, even if it's just on the surface.
'I'm going to come,' he says through gritted teeth.
I look up into his eyes, sucking harder, working him a little faster. I feel him spill into my mouth, and I close my eyes tightly, making myself swallow it.
It's not the most pleasant, either, but I can do it. Just.
I lean away from him and he takes my cheeks in his hands, caressing my face.
'You're amazing,' he murmurs. 'You know that, don't you?'
I give him a small smile.
He’s with me. He’s present. The thing that I’ve been missing is here now.
'I'm sorry I don't know how to make you feel better really,' I whisper, hating this shortcoming, hating that a normal girl, a girl who's not like me, would probably instinctively know exactly what to say or do.
But he surprises me by pulling me back up onto his lap and holding me close.
'You are everything I need,' he says. 'Don't ever think that you're not. I love you. You're perfect. I’m sorry that I’ve been so off in my own head. I won’t do it again. I promise. Okay?'
I give him a nod.
He kisses my lips, and I errantly wonder if he can tastehimself, though he doesn't say anything. We sit together for a little while, and then I feel my phone buzz.
I look down. 'It's Sauvage,' I say.
'What does he want?' Mav asks.
'He says he needs to speak to me.'
'Why doesn't he just come up here?' Mav murmurs, sounding a little bit annoyed.
'I don't mind going to his office.’ I let out a small chuckle. ‘I know he’s, you know, like an actualmobster, but he’s really not that bad. Besides, I’ve seen how you guys listen to him.’
Mav gives me an incredulous look and I grin.
‘From what you said about him before,’ I continue, ‘I thought he'd be a psychotic monster when I first came here.’
‘But you still escaped Joe and came here anyway?’
