Her lips crash into mine like a dam breaking—no hesitation this time. No fear. Just heat. Just need. Her hands tangle in my shirt like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go, and I kiss her like I’ve been starving for this—because I have.
Because God,I have.
I walk her backward until the backs of her knees hit the bed, and she sinks down, eyes wide and wanting. Her sleep shirt rides up just enough to expose the soft curve of her thigh. One more inch and I’d see everything.
She opens her legs slightly. Just enough to invite. Just enough to ruin me.
“Delilah,” I rasp, dropping to my knees in front of her. “Tell me what you need.”
Her breath stutters. “You.”
“That’s not good enough.” My palms slide up her thighs, rougher than I mean to be. “Be greedy. Be specific.”
She bites her lip, hips shifting closer to the edge of the bed. “I want your mouth. I want to feel you everywhere.”
That’s all I need.
I grip her thighs and pull her to the very edge. My shoulders push her legs open wider, and I look up at her, waiting. Watching. She nods—barely—but it’s permission, and I take it like it’s holy.
I press my mouth to her bare skin and kiss my way inward. Slow. Teasing. She’s shaking already, breathing hard, fists clenched in the sheets like she’s bracing for impact.
But I don’t tease her for long.
Because the second my tongue finds her pussy, Imoan. She’s warm and wet and fucking perfect, and the way she gasps my name makes me lose the last of my control.
I bury my face between her thighs like I belong there.
Because I do.
Idevourher, tongue sliding through her folds, lips sucking her clit until her legs are trembling against my shoulders. She tries to close them, overwhelmed, but I growl and hold her open.
“Take it,” I murmur, voice wrecked. “You said you wanted me? Then take it, baby.”
She whines—this raw, broken sound—and grinds against my mouth like she’s chasing something only I can give her.
And I do.
I give her everything.
Two fingers slide inside her, curling just right while my mouth works her clit in tight, relentless circles. She’s soaked, fluttering around me, thighs trembling harder with every stroke.
“I can’t—Jon—fuck—I’m gonna—”
“Come,” I growl. “Right now. On my tongue.”
And shedoes.
She shatters with a scream, hips bucking, legs clamping around my head while I hold her down and ride it out, licking her through every wave of it. I don’t stop until she’s begging—literally fuckingbegging—for me to come up and kiss her.
I crawl up her body, grab her jaw, and kiss her hard—messy and claiming, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into my mouth like it turns her on more.
She pulls at my towel like she wants it off and I let her take it—let her see everything.
Let herhaveeverything.
Her hands roam my chest, nails dragging across old scars, and it lights me up inside like a fuse. She rolls onto her back, legs still spread, and looks at me like I’m the only thing that’s ever made her feel safe.
“I want you inside me,” she whispers.
