I do. Not with my hand, but with my mouth. I exhale against her, feeling her shiver, then press a slow kiss where she’s slick and warm.
Jane’s whole body jolts, and a sharp gasp tears out of her.
I brace a steadying hand on her thigh. “Breathe.”
She tries, panting.
I taste her again, slower, my tongue stroking, not rushing, letting her body learn the sensation, letting her mind catch up to her need.
Jane’s hips lift instinctively.
I hold her gently in place. “Easy,” I murmur against her skin. I’m not correcting her, just grounding her. “I’ve got you.”
“Sorry,” she blurts, mortified.
I pull back enough to look up at her. “Don’t apologize.” My voice is firm but gentle. “Your body is supposed to respond. Just like earlier. That’s the whole point.”
Relief and surprise flicker across her face, as if she’s spent her whole life being told she’s too loud, too much, too reactive, and now I’m telling her that her body’s honest response is exactly what I want.
Her eyes are wide. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You’re feeling. That’s all you have to do.”
I lower my head again, using my mouth with patience. My tongue moves slowly, then firmer, circling and pressing against her clit, listening to every hitch of her breath, every tremor. Her thighs shake, and her fingers clutch the sheets.
She tries to close her legs.
I stop immediately, lifting my head. “Too much?”
Jane shakes her head quickly, breathless. “No, no. I just—God.”
“Hey.” I wait until her eyes find mine. “Stay with me.”
She does, her eyes glassy.
“You’re safe,” I repeat. “And you’re not doin’ anything wrong.”
Her breath breaks. “It feels like earlier. Like I’m out of control. Like I’m going to explode.”
“You’re not out of control. I won’t let you go anywhere you don’t want to be. Let it happen.”
I seal my mouth over her again, pressing her clit more firmly with my tongue, finding the rhythm that makes her gasp and arch. She cries out, and her back bows off the mattress when I slide two fingers inside her slowly, enough to deepen the sensation, but not enough to push past comfort.
“Tex!” Jane sobs, making my name sound like a prayer.
I keep my pace steady, not letting her run from it, not letting her overthink.
Her whole body locks… and she comes apart.
A raw cry tears from her throat as her hips jerk, and her thighs shake around my head. I keep my mouth on her, slowing only when her tremors start to fade, making sure she lands softly.
When I finally lift my head, her face is flushed. Her eyes are stunned, and her mouth is open as if she doesn’t know what to do with herself.
I crawl up her body and kiss her gently, letting her taste herself on my mouth. She makes a soft, helpless sound and clings to me.
“I didn’t know it could feel like that. Having your mouth on me.”
I brush hair off her cheek. “It can.”
