"No," she breathes.
"I sniffed my fingers."She whimpers, a breathy keening sound of some extreme emotion that defies easy categorization."You know why, Morgan?"I move my lips to her other ear."Because you smell fuckingdivine."
"No," she hisses."No, no.I don't.I don't."
"I've been fantasizing about you, Morgan," I growl, desperate to change her mind, desperate to write over those awful memories."I fantasize about tasting your pussy.I close my eyes and I see you spread out on the bed.Naked.I see myself burying my face between your thighs and making you scream my name."
"Noah,” she shivers.“Jesus."
I summon the image, seeing her sexy naked body splayed out, thighs shaking in anticipation, eyes wide and wild as I taste her.I feel myself hardening at the image, and I guide her hand to my zipper."You feel that?"
"Uh-huh," she murmurs."I…I feel it."
“That’s what the thought of tasting you does to me, Morgan."I slip my fingers inside her waistband, pausing there."May I touch you?"
"Yes," she gasps."Yes."
I slip my fingers over her seam and tease a touch up her lips, once, twice, preparing her.And then I dip a single finger inside her."You're wet, Morgan."
“For you?Always."
I stroke her again, tease her clit until she whimpers and her knees dip."So responsive just from a simple touch."I make a show of very slowly and intentionally bringing my finger to my face."Look."
She squeezes her eyes shut."I can't."
"Morgan.Please."
Her eyes flick open and fix on my wet, glistening finger, widening when I bring it to my nose and inhale."Oh god."
"You know what I smell, Morgan?"She shakes her head, eyes shut tight."Sweetness."
She shakes her head again."No, no, no."
"Open your eyes again, baby."She does, and cries out when I put my finger into my mouth."Tastes like sugar."
"You're lying."
“I’m not lying."I put my lips to her ear."Ilovehow you taste, Morgan.I love how you smell.And I want more.I desperately want to taste you.I won't push it.I won't bring it up again if you ask me not to.But look at me in the eyes and see if I'm lying, sweetheart.I want you.I wantallof you."Her eyes search me."I really, really,reallywant to taste your sweet, perfect pussy, Morgan.I want to make you feel like you've never felt before."
"I want to let you, Noah.I really do."Her voice is shaky."I just...I don't know how.I don't know if I can.I…"
"Do you trust me?"
She nods immediately."Yes."
"Will you let me try?"
She swallows hard."You really want to?"
"So fucking bad."
"Why?"
"Because I enjoy it.Same reason you enjoy using your mouth.I want to feel you shake.I want to hear the sounds you make.I want to give you pleasure."I take her mouth, kiss her, and then keep whispering."We’ll go slow, take it one step at a time.I promise you, Morgan, if you can trust me, I'll make you feel like a goddess."
She gasps."Oh, god.Noah."
"Please?"
She huffs a half-laugh."You're really begging?"
I drop to my knees, lift her shirt.Kiss her belly."On my knees and everything."
"Okay," she breathes."I'll …I'll try."
