She pulls me free and gasps.
I chuckle and close my eyes when she wraps her hand around me. The sensation of having her touch me is too much.
“Look at me,” she demands in a hushed tone.
I do exactly as she asked.
“There you are.”
She lowers her head, and the first touch of her tongue makes my hips jerk forward. A groan escapes me as she presses her fingertips into my thigh, holding me in place.
There’s no rushing. She takes the tip first, her tongue swirling around me, teasing, learning what makes me groan. My head falls back against the stone wall as I let her set the pace. The surrender feelsforeign and necessary, all at once, like I’ve been holding my breath for years and she’s giving me permission to exhale.
The wet heat of her mouth is so fucking pleasurable that I already want more. It’s never felt like this, like we’re knowingly burning down the world.
“Fuck the consequences,” I manage.
She hums in response, and the vibration nearly undoes me. Her hand works the base in rhythm with her mouth, and I feel myself unraveling. Every wall I’ve built, every mask I wear, every version of myself I perform for the world—it’s all dissolving under her touch.
She pulls back and sits up to steal a kiss. Her lips are swollen and wet, and she tastes like me, and I’ve never wanted anyone this badly in my entire life.
“Don’t stop,” I say.
She takes me deep again, hitting the back of her throat. My hand fists in her hair, and she moans around me; the sound ripples through my entire body. I need to touch her, need to feel connected to her while she destroys me.
Addison sets a rhythm designed to break me apart. Slow and deep, then fast and shallow, keeping me on the edge without letting me fall. Every time I get close, she backs off, reading my body like she’s memorizing it.
“Please,” I hear myself say.
I don’t beg. I’ve never begged for anything in my life. But she’s reduced me to fragments.
She looks up at me. “Tell me what you need.”
“You.” The word comes out broken and desperate. “I need you.”
“You have me.”
Our gazes lock, and the air in the room disappears. This is more than physical. She’s offering me something I didn’t know I was starving for.
“I want to be yours too,” I say.
“You are.”
Her mouth takes me again, and this time, there’s no teasing. Lips and tongue and hand working together, pressure building at the base of my spine. A moan vibrates around me and pushes me over the edge.
A warning tries to form, but she’s already there, taking me deeper, throat working around me as I come hard. Vision blurs, and her namefalls from my mouth like a confession. This release is everything I’ve been holding back, everything I’ve been afraid to feel, pouring out of me.
She swallows me down, her focus still locked on mine. The intimacy is overwhelming as I imagine spending a lifetime with her. A future flashes before me, and a chill runs over my skin.
When she finally releases me, I’m shaking. My whole body is trembling, and I can barely remember my own name. I’ve never let anyone have this much power over me. I’ve never wanted to.
Addison tucks me back into my clothes with gentle hands. After she stands, I wrap my arms around her, looking up at her.
“Now we’re even,” she says, giving me a satisfied smile.
I want to pull her onto my lap, return the favor, give her even half of what she gave me. “Let me?—”
“Not tonight.” She shakes her head. “This was about you.”
