“Coffee can wait,” I breathe, tangling my fingers in his hair.
He chuckles, the vibration sending delicious ripples through my body. “Not for me.” He looks up at me with those warm hazel eyes, now dark with desire. “I’m ready for my coffee now.”
For a moment I feel a sense of loss that he’s gotten me all hot and bothered and now he wants to edge me for coffee, but then his mouth continues its journey down my body, trailing kisses across my stomach. He settles between my thighs and the implication in his actions sends heat pooling between my legs.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants and slowly drags them down my legs. I lift my hips to help him, suddenly feeling vulnerable yet impossibly wanted as he takes in the sight of me.
“God, you’re perfect,” he whispers, pressing kisses to my inner thigh as he pushes them apart. “May I?”
Fuck me. The fact he’s even asking makes me want to give him whatever he wants. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice breaking on the word. “Please.”
The first touch of his tongue against me nearly undoes me completely. I gasp, my back arching off the bed as he separates me with his soft fingers and then licks a slow, deliberate paththrough my heated flesh. My fingers clutch at the sheets as he works me with his mouth, alternating between gentle licks and firmer pressure that has me squirming beneath him.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, my hips rising to meet his mouth. His strong hands grip my thighs, holding me open as he devours me like I’m his favorite dessert.
I can’t think straight. Every lick, every swirl of his tongue against my clit sends electric pulses through my body. He moans against me, the vibration adding another layer of sensation that has me seeing stars. His stubble scrapes gently against my inner thighs, the slight burn a delicious counterpoint to the wet heat of his mouth.
“Shepherd,” I pant, one hand moving to tangle in his hair. “That feels—oh God—that feels amazing.”
He looks up, his eyes dark with hunger. “You taste even better than I imagined,” he growls, his voice rough. “And I’ve imagined this a lot.”
His tongue circles my clit before he sucks it between his lips. My back arches off the bed.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “God, I need your tongue. I need you to make me come.”
“Baby, I’m going to make you scream my name,” he promises. “I want all of Portland to know who’s making you feel this good.”
He smirks and the very sight of him there nearly pushes me over the edge. His tongue circles my clit before he sucks it gently between his lips. “Don’t stop,” I beg, my voice barely more than a whimper. “Please don’t stop.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. You’re so beautiful…so wet,” he groans. “Is this all for me?” He hums against me, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through my body. His tongue works with expert precision, finding exactly the right rhythm that makes my thighs tremble. When he slides one finger inside me, curling it forward to hit that perfect spot while his tongue continues its assault on my clit, I nearly scream.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Only you—oh God!” My hips buck wildly, but his arm pins me down as he works me relentlessly.
“Oh God, Shepherd!” The pressure builds low in my belly, coiling tighter and tighter until I’m teetering on the edge. My breathing comes in short, desperate gasps as his finger pumps in and out, his tongue circling my clit with just the right pressure.
“Let go for me, baby,” he murmurs against me, the words vibrating through my core. “I want to taste you when you come. I want every damn drop.”
His words push me over the edge. The orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing as a surge of pleasure radiates outward, his name a broken cry on my lips. He doesn’t stop, working me through every tremor, every aftershock, until I’m boneless and gasping.
“Oh my God,” I pant, tugging weakly at his hair. “Come here.”
He kisses his way back up my body, taking his time, treating me like something precious. “You have no idea how sexy you look when you come,” he whispers against my skin. When he finally reaches my face, his lips are slick with my arousal, his eyes dark with desire. I pull him down for another kiss, hungry for the taste of him mixed with the taste of me.
“So that’s what you meant by coffee.”
He chuckles, the vibration rumbling through his chest and into mine. “Best way to start the day.”
“You’re not wrong.”
“Best coffee I’ve ever had.” His erection presses hard against my thigh, and I reach between us to wrap my fingers around his thick shaft. He hisses through his teeth, his hips jerking forward instinctively.
“You don’t have to,” he says, though his body betrays him as he presses into my touch.
“I want to,” I assure him. He’s thick and hot in my palm, already slick at the tip. “I want you inside me.”
The hunger in his eyes makes me shiver with anticipation. He reaches toward the nightstand drawer, fumbling for a condom. His movements are hurried, almost desperate, and something about that—knowing I’ve reduced this controlled man to this frenzied state—sends a fresh wave of desire through me.
“Let me,” I whisper, taking the foil packet from his strong fingers. I tear it open and roll it down his length, loving the way his breath hitches when I touch him.
