“For god’s sake, just let me do it,” he burst out.
And all she could do was gasp nonsense in response.
“Are you serious? Are you—”
“Yes. Unless you’ve changed your mind.”
“Ohhhh my god,no. No do whatever you want,” she said.
Though it shocked her that she meant it.
She meant it: she wanted everything he had to give.
“All right. This is gonna be quick and dirty.”
“Quick and dirty sounds fucking amazing.”
“Spread your legs for me.”
“Fuck, that was even better.”
“Glad you think so. It was hard getting it out.”
“It shouldn’t be. I nearly came just hearing it.”
He cursed, after she saidcame.
But it was her starting to wriggle out her panties that pushed him further. She got about as far as hooking her thumbs into the elastic, and then he made a frustrated sound. He grabbed her wrist—though not to stop her, oh no, no, no.
To give herinstructions.
“No, keep them on. Keep your panties on, just…pull them to one side. Just enough so I can get at you, okay? Just enough so I can get to your clit,” he said.
And somehow, that was even more exciting than being completely bare. It sent her reeling before he’d even touched her—and then he did and it was just way too much. She sobbed the second his fingers made contact, and again when she realized what he was doing.
He wasn’t just stroking her. Oh no, no. He was parting her lips.
Then once he’d got everything just right, he bent his head.
And fuckinglickedherclit.
He licked her, so sudden and firm she almost came right then and there. Then he did it again, andalmostbecameactually. Pleasure just swamped her in a great impossible wave—so intense that she couldn’t cry out. She couldn’t do anything. All she was able to do was feel it, to the detriment of everything else.
In fact, it was only when she came down from it that she noticed.
He wasn’t touching her any more. He wasn’t even laid at her side.
He was sat on the edge of the bed, with his back to her.
At which point, things became pretty clear. In fact, they became so clear she wondered how she hadn’t realized before. All the signs were there—from his extreme reluctance to do anything more than kiss, to his reactions when she tried to push things.
Though god, it was hard to say it aloud.
“It’s not just about worrying over me, is it. Sex bothers you.”
“That isn’t the way I would put it.”
“Then tell me how you would.”
