When she finally takes me into her mouth, the wet heat of it almost undoes me. Her inexperience is obvious in the hesitant way she moves, but there’s something unbearably erotic about her determination to figure me out, to catalog my responses.
“You’re incredible,” I tell her, one hand gently cupping her cheek, feeling myself against the inside of it. “So fucking perfect.”
She hums in response, the vibration sending electricity up my spine. Her confidence grows with each reaction she pulls from me, with each gasp and curse that falls from my lips.
“Pip,” I warn when I feel the familiar tightening, the edge approaching too quickly. “I’m close—you should?—”
She pulls back just enough to look up at me, lips swollen and slick. “You taste so good.”
When she takes me back in her mouth, deeper this time, I lose the battle. Release hits me, vision whiting out as pleasure crashes through me in waves. She stays with me through it all, swallowing like it’s nothing, her eyes never leaving mine, and the sight of her taking everything I give her pushes me beyond rational thought. So. Fucking. Hot.
When I finally come back to myself, she’s curled against my side again, looking pleased with herself in a way that makes my chest tight.
“That was...” I trail off, still catching my breath.
“Was it ok?” she asks, suddenly uncertain again.
“Devastating,” I correct, pulling her closer. “Absolutely devastating.”
She grins, hiding her face against my shoulder. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
I say honestly. “You’re a natural.”
“I read a lot of romance novels,” she admits, voice muffled. “Research.”
I laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re amazing.”
“So are you,” she says, trailing her fingers across my chest.
I prop myself up on one elbow, studying her face in the dim light. “Did you... I mean, was it good for you too?”
She hums thoughtfully, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Your fingers were... adequate.”
“Adequate?” I gasp, clutching my chest in mock horror. “Did you just say adequate?”
Before she can respond, I roll us over, pinning her beneath me, her wrists gently trapped above her head. Her eyes widen, pupils dilating as she looks up at me.
“Adequate?” I repeat, lowering my mouth to her neck. “I’ll show you adequate.”
I nip at the sensitive skin below her ear, and she squirms beneath me, a giggle escaping her lips.
“I meant it as a compliment,” she protests weakly, still laughing as I trail kisses down her throat.
“Adequate is what you call a mediocre cup of coffee,” I murmur against her collarbone. “A C-minus paper. Not what I just did to you.”
Her laughter fades into a soft gasp as I release her wrists to slide my hands under her tank top. “Maybe I need a reminder,” she challenges, arching into my touch.
“Maybe you do,” I agree.
22
PIPER
Itry to enter my apartment stealthily—shoes in one hand, dead phone and a bag containing my costume in the other.
My tank top is twisted, my shorts are inside out (when did that happen?), and I can still feel Ethan everywhere.
His hands. His mouth. The way he whispered my name against my skin like it was something holy.
