For the first time in my life, I don’t feel like something that needs improvement.
I feel like something worth savoring.
And as he lowers his head again, taking his time, moving with patience instead of obligation, something shifts inside me.
The shame I didn’t even realize I was carrying loosens its grip.
The voice that used to whisper you’re not enough fades into the background.
In its place is heat.
Confidence.
Power.
Because this isn’t about performance, it’s about being wanted.
And the way J.T.touches me—like I am the only thing in the world that matters—makes me forget every cruel word I ever absorbed.
In this moment, I’m not self-conscious.
I’m not comparing.
I’m not bracing for criticism.
I’m present.
Open.
Alive.
“Christ, Kelly, you even taste like honey,” he whispers and moans as he eats my pussy.
I whimper and arch against his mouth, searching for something I don’t even know what.
I feel his fingers pressing into me, and I moan at his wanted invasion.
The added pressure?
The sting of him stretching me?
It’s doing impossible things to me—he’s doing impossible things.
“It’s so good, J.T.,” I praise him because I need him to know.
His echoing groan goes right through me.
And the soft, wet licks he’s been dragging across my lips get harder, longer.
Then he sucks my clit inside his mouth—and I see stars.
Pleasure finally surges through me, unexpected and overwhelming and mine—and I’m not apologizing for it.
I’m taking it.All of it.
Every last drop.
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