“You tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I won’t.” Barely a breath. “I won’t want you to stop.”
I lean in and drag my tongue through her in one slow, flat stroke.
Her whole body jolts. The sound she makes ricochets off the wet tile, sharp and shocked, and her hand flies to the back of my head like she needs to hold on to something or her legs are going to give out.
She tastes like salt and heat and the filthy sweetness underneath, and my cock throbs so hard my vision blurs.
I do it again. Slower. Base to clit, broad and deliberate, and this time I feel her thighs shake on either side of my face. Her hips buck forward and I grip them hard, pinning her to the tile so I can take my time.
“Oh god.” Her head falls back against the wall. “Oh my god.”
“That’s not my name.” I murmur it against her and feel the vibration pull another gasp out of her. “Try again.”
“Johnny.” It comes out wrecked. “Fuck. Johnny.”
“Better.”
I seal my mouth over her clit and suck, gentle at first, then harder when she yanks my hair hard enough to sting. I groan against her because I want her to feel that too.
Her hips roll into my face and I let them, matching her rhythm, learning what makes her gasp and what makes her grip tighten and what makes her thighs clamp against my ears like she’s trying to keep me there forever.
I ease one finger inside her while my mouth stays where it is. Slow. Letting her feel it. She tightens around me and makes a sound that’s half gasp, half moan, her hips pressing down like her body is asking for more before her brain catches up.
I give her a minute. Work her with just one, curling it gently, keeping my tongue steady on her clit. When I feel her start to relax around me, I add the second.
A sharp inhale. Her whole body goes taut and I go still, giving her time to adjust, pressing my lips softly against her inner thigh.
“Okay?” I ask against her skin.
“Don’t stop.” Her voice is breathless and shaking but not even a little uncertain.
A sound comes out of me that I couldn’t stop if I tried. Half-groan, half-growl, pulled from somewhere deep, because this woman just told me not to stop with her thighs trembling around my head and my fingers inside her.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” I manage.
I return my mouth to her clit and start moving my fingers in earnest, and whatever was left of her composure dissolves.
Her stomach muscles are trembling, and the sounds coming out of her mouth are these high, broken whimpers, the kind of sounds she’ll deny making later and I’ll never let her forget.
I don’t rush her. That’s the point. This isn’t me taking what she offered and turning greedy with it. This is me staying right here and giving until she can’t hold herself back anymore.
I curl my fingers against the front wall and wrap my lips around her clit at the same time, and her knees buckle hard enough that I have to brace her with my free hand.
She’s shaking hard now. Her grip in my hair has gone from pulling to just holding on, fisting it at the roots. Her breathing is nothing but sharp staccato gasps punctuated by my name, broken up and barely recognizable.
“Let go.” I press the words against her skin. “I’ve got you. Let go, Nat.”
That does it.
She comes apart with a long shuddering exhale. Her whole body locks up at once, thighs clamping, walls gripping my fingers so tight I can feel every pulse, her hand wrenching my hair hard enough to water my eyes.
She curls forward over me, trembling, and the sound she makes when it finally crests is my name. Just my name. Broken in half and barely audible over the water.
I keep my mouth on her, soft now, gentle, easing her through each aftershock while her body comes down in waves. Her grip loosens. Her breathing turns from gasps to long, shaky pulls.Her thighs stop clenching and start trembling instead, and I press a kiss to the inside of one, then the other, tasting her on my own lips.
I slide my fingers out of her slowly and she whimpers at the loss. Then I rise, trailing my mouth up her body as I go. Her stomach. The valley between her breasts. Her collarbone. Her throat, where I can see her heartbeat fluttering wild under the skin.
