I start at the inside of her knee, pressing my mouth against her skin as I work up her inner thigh. Her fingers thread through my hair, and she gives me a tug. There might be eight minutes left, but I don’t rush.
“Your scruff feels incredible,” she whispers.
I smile against her, still peppering kisses along her skin.
When my mouth finds her clit, her back arches off the mattress. She’s sensitive and responsive, and every sound she swallows tells me she’s holding back.
“Mmm. Don’t force it. Relax,” I say.
My tongue drags against her clit, and when I find the right pressure, her thighs tense around my head. The heat of her skin against my face and the taste of her on my tongue make me groan.
“Shh,” she says.
“You taste so damn good,” I say in a hushed tone.
I add a finger and curl it inside her. She bites down on her lip, enjoying every second.
My cock strains against my shorts, and my knees ache on the hardwood floor, but I don’t give a shit about either. My free hand grips her hip, keeping her steady.
Her breathing picks up, and her thighs lock around my head. I keep the same pace and pressure.
“Don’t stop.”
I slow to an agonizing pace, barely giving her anything. She whimpers, and I hold the pace until her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth parts. With an exhale, she says my name.
My middle name.
Her body shakes, and I stay with her through it. When I place a final kiss on her inner thigh and stand, she’s staring at the ceiling. She’s nearly gasping for air, her breasts rising and falling. I lie beside her with my head propped up on my hand.
Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are wild. She got exactly what she needed before the day even started.
“Think that was three minutes,” I tell her, curling a strand of her hair in my finger.
She laughs. “Real humble, Carter.”
“Proof thatyouwereneverthe problem.”
She turns her head on the pillow and looks at me, then pulls me down and kisses me. “Is this what princess treatment is like?”
“Yes,” I say, wanting to pleasure her until the fucking sun sets.
She pauses for half a second before kissing me deeper. When she pulls back, the teasing is gone from her face. Her eyes are softer as she rubs her thumb along my bottom lip.
“My ex never wanted to …” She doesn’t finish.
“Fuck that guy,” I state. “He should’ve never let you go. Actually, thrilled he did.”
The words sit between us. Learning Wendy was with a man who never bothered to give her what she needed pisses me off.The amount of anger I have toward someone I’ve never met is irrational.
“Oh, you’re a grumpy little Care Bear,” she says with a laugh, noticing my demeanor has changed.
“You’re the only one who gets the care part, trust me,” I tell her.
She smiles, but I can see the sadness in it. “I thought there was something wrong with me.”
I place my fingers on her cheek, turning her gaze back toward me. “There isn’t. You’re perfect.”
Her eyes are glassy, and she blinks her emotions away. “I?—”
