“What?”
“Find my pulse. Check it.”
I hadn’t realized. “Is that strange?”
She considered. “No. I think I like it.”
I settled back over her, kissing her neck, easing my mouth down to her shoulder. Her skin pebbled, chills following thepath. I moved to her breasts again, taking my time, licking and sucking until she was moaning under me, her hips lifting.
Her nipples had hardened and had stiffened to rosy peaks. I rolled one between my fingers while I was kissing the underside of the other, feeling her breath snag in her throat. She arched, pressing closer, and I gave her more pressure, pinching lightly. A whimper escaped her, and my wolf preened at the sound.
I kissed lower, across her ribs, counting them as I passed. Her belly dipped when I reached it, the muscles tightening. I spread my hands over her hips, holding her steady, and kissed there too, dragging my tongue across the soft skin.
She squirmed, laughing with a catch to her breath. “That tickles.”
“Here?” I did it again, slower.
Her laugh turned into a gasp. “Not anymore.”
I loved this.Her.And I stayed there for a half-second, grinning against her skin like a fool.
“You’re laughing,” she said, still catching her breath.
“A little.”
“Is that normal?”
I looked up at her. “It’s the best possible sign.”
I moved to the crease where her thighs met her body. She parted her legs wider, her knees falling open. I hooked my arms under her, spreading her fully, my hands on her hips to hold her in place.
She was so wet, she glistened. I blew a soft breath over her, watching her shiver.
I looked up, finding her propped on her elbows watching me, her lower lip caught between her teeth.
“Hey,” I said. I didn’t know why.
Something almost like a smile curled across her lips. “Hey.”
I turned back to her as she lay back down.
Leaning in, I licked, flat and slow, from her opening to her clit. She jerked, a moan slipping out. I did it again, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue, light at first, testing.
This was the second time for us. I knew a little more than I had before, like what made her breath snag and where she wanted pressure, but not enough. I was working with a partial picture, and I intended to fix that.
Her hands found my hair, gripping tight.
“More,” she said, then seemed to think better of it. “I mean slower, and then…”
“I’ve got it.” I did. I gave it to her, sucking gently, then backing off to lick broad strokes. She tasted like before, sharp and sweet, and I lost myself in her, my world narrowing to her responses and the way her thighs tensed against my shoulders.
I traced her entrance with my fingers, savoring how she bucked to reach me. I pressed one in, slowly, feeling her open around it. Her body clenched as I stroked in and out. I added a second finger, twisting them to hit her spot inside.
Her hips jerked upward. “There. Yes.”
“There,” she said again, softer. Like she was telling herself.
I kept the rhythm, pumping my fingers while my mouth worked her clit, alternating between suction and flicks. Her breathing turned ragged, her body winding tighter. I could feel her orgasm building in the tremble of her legs and the way she pulled my hair.
