Tastes.
Like.
Paradise.
Her body shudders, thighs clamping around my ears, fingers fisting in my hair to the point of delicious pain. She arches intomy mouth, a loud cry tearing from her lips as release ripples through her.
I don’t stop.
“No more,” she keens, thighs locking tighter around my head. “I can’t take any more,please.”
I’ve been dreaming of this for months, baby. I’m not letting you go so easily.
“One more,” I growl against her heat. “Give me one more.”
And my good girl does.
Her quivering thighs fall open, a thin sheen of sweat coating her skin. I crawl back up her body and capture her lips in a slow, deep kiss, pouring into it all the words, all the love I’ve dared not confess.
“You have no idea the power you hold over me,” I murmur against her sweet mouth. “You undo me, Mayah.”
I wrap my arms around her, tucking her against my chest, nuzzling her neck and inhaling her sweet scent. Mayah squirms in my grip until she’s facing me, tracing gentle lines across my chest with her fingers. Can she feel the frantic pounding of my heart?
Her fingers skate down my abdomen, and when she rakes her nails through the trail of hair leading into my sleep trousers, I capture her wrist, pressing her palm against my cheek.
“It’s all right,” I murmur, even though I need her touch more than my next breath. “You don’t have to.”
I don’t want her to feel obligated to pleasure me.
Tasting her, feeling her, was enough.
“Please,” she breathes, sliding her other hand over my heart. When her lips press a soft kiss against the corner of my mouth, my resolve crumbles.
I don’t stop her when she pulls her hand free and trails it back down my abdomen.
Skies, what if she regrets this? What if this pushes her away and she closes herself off? What if she hates me afterward?
Her fingers inch lower, and I clench my hands into tight fists to stop myself from touching her. I want her so badly I can scarcely think.
But I don’t just want hernow.
I want her tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.
I want her always.
I want her until the Skies plummet and the Thunder falls silent.
I want hermine.
Mayah watches me closely, pressing a sweet kiss over my heart.
Lower. Another kiss on my abdomen.
Fuck.
Lower, still.
Her fingers curl in the waistband of my trousers, another soft kiss pressed just below my navel.
