Her eyes shine, and that throws me. She blinks fast, as though she’s trying to keep it together and not show any emotion. Tonight was supposed to be hot sex, and now we’ve ventured somewhere I never thought we’d be. Hell, somewhere I never thought I’d be with any woman.
“I won’t pretend.” Her voice is a whisper.
“Good.” I kiss her forehead like a promise.
I shift lower, keeping my hands on her with the hopes they anchor her. I keep checking her face, watching for any sign she’s not enjoying this, that her thoughts are running away from her. Callie’s fingers slide into my hair, hesitant at first, then firmer, as though she’s grounding herself.
I wedge my shoulders between her thighs, my arms wrapping around and pulling her pussy flush against my mouth. I breathe her in and tease the tip of my tongue along her clit.
“That’s good.” Her words come out like a breath, barely audible.
“Talk to me. Like this?” I swipe my tongue along her core—tasting her, yes, but also myself. While I hope for a time when I can taste only her on my tongue, tasting the two of us mixed together somehow makes my dick even harder.
Her grip tightens. “Slower.”
I swallow, my chest aching with her honesty.
I focus on her, on what she’s telling me, on the way her breathing changes when I adjust. I keep my pace unhurried. Most of all, I try to keep my mind on point and not get lost in her to make sure I stay on task. At least until she feels comfortable.
Callie’s hand trembles in my hair, then steadies. Her other hand finds mine, threads our fingers together, and holds on.
That does something to me. Something heavy takes residence in my chest.
I glance up, and her eyes are on me, wide and glossy, as though she can’t believe I’m still here with her.
“Foster.” Her whisper sounds as though she’s not sure she’s allowed to say my name right now.
“I’ve got you.”
Her breathing turns ragged. Her hips shift, and she makes a soft sound that goes straight through me. Then she clamps her eyes shut and shakes her head once.
“No, no, I can’t—” She swallows hard. “It’s worthless.”
I stop immediately. I’d rather load the bases in the bottom of the ninth in game seven than watch her shut down.
“Hey,” I say. “Look at me.”
She pops her eyes open.
“You’re perfect. There’s no deadline here. I’ll eat you out all night.”
A smile teases her lips, but then her mouth trembles. “I hate that it’s this hard.”
“I don’t,” I say honestly. “I hate that anyone made you feel like it had to be easy or there was something wrong.”
She releases a shaky breath. “Just… keep going.”
“If I must.” I wink, then grin at her.
She laughs, and I suck her clit into my mouth, twirling my tongue around the hard nub. She grips my hair, not pulling, just holding me as though she’s grounding herself. I bring my hand between her legs and circle her entrance with the tip of my finger.
“Yes, oh god, that feels good.” She lets out a sound that tells me we’re getting somewhere. “Push it in.”
I do as she asks.
“Keep your mouth on my clit. Just light pressure.”
My tongue flicks lightly on her swollen bud.
