I kiss her slowly at first. Openmouthed, unhurried, giving myself time to feel her instead of rushing toward an endpoint. She’s slick already. Warm. Sensitive enough that her thighs tense every time my tongue brushes her clit.
“God,” she whispers above me.
My cock pulses painfully behind my zipper. Tightening my grip on her legs, I lick her again, slower this time, and she sucks in a sharp breath that turns into my name halfway through.
There it is.
I think something inside me actually snaps hearing that sound come out of her.
“Owen…”
The way she says it nearly ruins me. She sounds needy, like she forgot to be careful.
I drag my tongue over her clit again and feel her entire body shudder. Her legs tighten instinctively around my shoulders, pulling me closer, and I groan into her without meaning to.
Fuck.
I love that.
I love the weight of her thighs around me. The way she reacts without thinking. The little helpless sounds she keeps trying to swallow down before they escape anyway.
“You taste so fucking good,” I say against her. “I knew you would.”
Remy makes a broken noise somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, and I swear to God, my vision blurs for a second.
I’ve been with women before. But this feels terrifyingly intimate.
Every flick of my tongue gives me access to something I shouldn’t be trusted with, and somehow she’s trusting me anyway.
I flatten my tongue against her slowly, and her hand tangles hard into my hair this time. Not tentative anymore. She’s breathing fast above me now, her composure cracking apart piece by piece every time I touch her.
“That’s it,” I say softly, almost without realizing I’m speaking. “You’re doing so good for me.”
Her head tips back. “Oh, my God.”
I’m completely fucking gone for her at this point.
I keep licking her slowly, steadily, paying attention to every little shift in her breathing, every twitch of her thighs, every sound she makes. It feels less like guessing and more like learning a language I somehow already understand.
“You’re close,” I say.
Remy shakes her head once like she’s overwhelmed by the idea of admitting it, but her legs are trembling around my shoulders now.
I kiss her clit gently instead of pushing harder. That softness is what finally breaks her. Her entire body jolts as a helpless sound tears out of her, and the feeling of her shaking apart under my mouth nearly destroys what little self-control I have left.
I stay there while she comes apart.
I don’t rush her through it. Don’t pull away the second her body starts shaking. I just hold her thighs firmly under my hands and keep kissing her gently through the aftershocks while she gasps my name like she can’t quite catch her breath.
The sounds she makes are going to live in my head for the rest of my life. By the time I finally lift my mouth from her, I’m breathing almost as hard as she is.
Remy’s knees wobble immediately.
“Easy.” I catch her hips before she can lose her balance completely.
A shaky laugh escapes her. “Wow.”
Yeah. That about covers it.
