“You’re the prettiest creature I’ve ever laid my eyes on, that’s all this is. I’m trying to convince myself that this is really happening.” Admitting the truth, I carefully spread her wider, all while filling my lungs with her scent. “Tell me to stop and I will. If you change your mind at any moment, or if you get overwhelmed—”
Her legs tremble on either side of my shoulders, and she pinches her eyes shut. “I won’t want you to stop.”
Letting my words hang in the air for a few more seconds, just in case, I finally hit my limit. Any longer and I’m going to start drooling.
I start slow despite the hunger clawing at my chest. My thumb parts her carefully, and she squeaks at the first contact, letting her blush travel from her cheeks down to the collar of the shirt.
Does that blush reach her breasts? I can easily see the two pin points rising to welcome my hungry gaze. As badly as I want to know, I don’t ask in hopes of avoiding overwhelming her.
Once she agrees to stay, I’ll discover every little detail about her.
Pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, I keep my eyes locked on hers, gauging her reaction while working my way inward as she watches me with wide, uncertain eyes. “Just focus on your breathing. Don’t need you passing out on me.”
She tilts her head back, aiming the laugh that leaves her lips toward the ceiling.
When I finally drag the flat of my tongue through her slick heat, the sound she makes is something I’ll carry to my grave. High and startled and so damn sweet it makes my chest ache. Her thighs immediately jerk, but I keep them pressed into the mattress with my arms.
Can’t have her undoing my wonderful treatment.
“Callan!” She curls instead when I deny the other movement.
I answer with another long, slow drag of my tongue, learning the taste of her—salt and something muskier. She’s already soaking wet, and I haven’t done anything yet. The thought has me groaning against her flesh.
“What was that?” Her voice pitches higher as the vibration travels through her. “That—that thing you just did—”
“We’ve barely even started. Let me get to the good part.” Against her, I can’t stop myself from smiling this time around.
True to my word, I settle in.
My tongue finds the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of her slit before I wrap my lips around the nub. In return, she’s bucking against my mouth like she’s trying to escape and get closer all at once. Her grip on my hair tightens painfully, but I don’t give a damn. The pain feels more like a reward than a punishment.
“Oh.” The sound punches out of her. “Oh, that’s—I didn’t know it could feel like—Callan.”
I hum against her, and she bows off the mattress, the vibrations shooting through her.
I should probably feel some guilt about how much I’m enjoying this. About how badly I wanted to be the one to make her fall apart like this. Yet, I don’t. Not even an ounce of shame. If anything, I want more. I want to memorize every sound she makes, every shudder, every desperate little whimper. I want tolearn exactly how much pressure makes her gasp and exactly how fast to move my tongue to make her keen.
Her hips roll against my face, seeking more, seeking harder, and I give it to her. I flatten my tongue and let her learn what she has to do to get herself off while I hold her open and feast.
“Too much.” She’s panting now, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. “It’s too much, I can’t—”
But she doesn’t push me away. Her heels dig into the mattress, and I can feel each flutter and twitch of her walls. She’s close. Right there on the edge, teetering there, and she doesn’t even know it yet.
“Let go.” The words are thick against her flesh. “I’ve got you.”
Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Her body locks up, every muscle going tight, and then she’s moving, bowing against my mattress just like I knew she would, her release soaking my tongue while I work her through every wave of it. I don’t stop. Can’t stop. Not until she’s pushing weakly at my shoulders, oversensitive and trembling.
I crawl up her body, letting her see what I look like with her wet on my mouth. Then, cupping her chin, I bring her mouth to mine so she can taste it too. The way she nervously flicks her tongue against my lips, I can’t help but enjoy her exploring her own flavor.
When I pull away, I can see the exhaustion in her eyes. She’s more than tired after what she’s been through.
“A perfect way to end the night, I think.” Rumbling my approval, I shift so I can get her underneath the blankets. While I should hunt down her underwear, neither of us rushes to cover her lower half. “Pretty good, I hope?”
A yawn leaves her before she’s giving me the laziest of smiles. “I didn’t want it to end.”
Considering telling her that she could have my tongue whenever she wants, I watch as her eyes blink as they become heavier.
“You’ll stay with me, right? Just for a little while?”
