I keep my hand on her face, so she knows I’m in no rush. “You can take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”
Her throat bounces as she swallows. “Okay.”
I kiss her again, slower, trying to let desire build inside her again. Her body relaxes into the mattress. I want her to know that I’m not trying to get anything from her. She has the space with me to find whatever she needs.
My mouth drifts along her jaw. Her neck. The spot under her ear that made her breathe in sharply before. I’ve never kissed a woman this much, but I’m addicted to her soft skin and subtle scent.
Her body stiffens, and I know she’s thinking, worrying, but I continue on my quest.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say against her skin.
“Foster…” Her fingers weave through my hair as I pull her nipple into my mouth.
I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of that feeling.
“Tell me if or when you want to stop. Otherwise, no apologies, and I’m going to keep going.”
She exhales, and her shoulders drop a fraction.
I move my body back up and press my forehead to hers. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
I kiss her once, then pull back. “I’m not in a hurry.”
The words come out rougher than I intend because there’s a lot of truth there.
She studies my face as if she’s searching for the catch. I hate every man who has come before me. Hell, I wasn’t much better in that department until her, I suspect.
I move lower, kissing along her throat again, my hand sliding down her side. Her skin is hot under my palm.
“Tell me,” I urge again, softer.
Callie’s eyes squeeze shut, and for a second, I think she’s going to back out. Then she takes a shaky breath and opens them again. “I need you to…”
I wait. I won’t fill the silence for her.
Her cheeks flush deeper. “I need you to go down on me.”
The words land between us and hang there.
My body reacts instantly. A sharp pull low in my gut. A flare of want mixed with panic. If I fuck this up, she’ll never ask me or anyone else again.
I’ve rarely gone down on a woman, if I’m honest. To me, it’s more intimate and personal than sex, but here and now, it feels right. It’s not as though I haven’t been obsessing over how she tastes or whether she’s shaved or has a landing strip. That night at the club didn’t let me really see her. Not how I wanted to. She’s asking me for something that requires trust, and it makes me have even more respect for her.
“Okay.” I pull her nipple into my mouth and use my tongue against it.
Her eyes widen a little. “Okay?” Her voice sounds breathy.
I nod, still watching her as I move to her other nipple. “Yes. That’s what you want?”
A tiny swallow. A small brave nod. “Yes.”
I reach up and run my thumb along her cheek. “Then that’s what you get.”
Her breath catches, and it hits me right in the chest. That vulnerability. The way she’s taking what she wants and asking for it. It’s admirable, but I expect nothing less from her.
I move up and kiss her again, slow and deep, then pull away just enough to speak. “You tell me if you want something different. You don’t have to pretend with me. Not ever.”
