“When I close my eyes,” I said, “it has always been you. You and you and only you.”
She let out a sound, then dragged my hands down her hips. I curled two fingers beneath the frill that lay there. She sucked in a breath and parted her lips—the space between them, practically an order. I put my mouth to the fabric, then used my teeth to tug the lace to her flexing feet.
“My god, Katie. Look at you. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Tyler.” Her mouth was still wide open, and her skin was glistening. “Will you touch me? Please?”
I nodded. The tile was hard but forgotten under my knees. “How?”
She reached for my right hand and brought it to her face. She kissed my knuckles, then slid two of my still-shuddering fingers between her open legs. She was dripping wet.
“Fuck,” I said. “You’re so perfect. You’re so absolutely fucking perfect. Show me what you want, okay? Show me what you need.”
She bit her bottom lip, then made two light but steady circles and said, “That.”
I inhaled, repeating the motion as she arched forward. She was still staring right at me. Still clutching my fingers, making these high-pitched little sounds. She released my hand, and I kept going.
“That right?” I said.
Her hips bucked as her breath hitched. “Yes.”
“Do you want more? I’ll give you more. All you have to do is ask.”
She nodded, her answer coming out in a whimper. My nose was back on her knee, and my free hand was in her mouth. She was sucking my fingers, and I was sinking my teeth into her skin.
“Will you lay down for me?” I said.
“I don’t want to move. I don’t want you to stop.”
“I won’t stop. Just lay down for me. Right here’s fine. Right on the edge of the bed. I promise, I’m not going to stop.”
She kissed my hand, then lowered herself onto the mattress. Her head, propped on my pillow. Her legs, still dangling, and covered in sweat. I licked a few beads away, and as she gasped, slipped a single finger inside of her. She clutched her fists into my rumpledsheets and moaned. I repeated the motion—the same one she’d shown me, but deeper, harder—over and over.
“Good?” I asked.
“Yeah. Yes.”
“More? Less?”
“This. Good. This. Yes.”
I laughed. I was still shaking. I was still shuddering. It did not matter. Time had stopped, and I had her. I had her, breath shallow and skin deep. I had her, mouth open and eyes wide. I had her, whisper quiet and gasp loud.
“Katie,” I said.
“Yeah?”
I licked my lips and ran my nose up her tensing thigh. I took my time. I tested every inch of her slick, smooth skin. I muttered her name while I did it. My hand, still repeating that same motion at the edge of her. Still learning what made her whimper in and whine out.
“Can I kiss you?” I said.
She nodded. I drew in a breath, then rolled back my shoulders, hooked an arm around her tilted hips, and began to tease her—began to barely taste her with the tip of my tongue.
“Oh—Oh my god.”
“Good?”
“Perfect,” she said. “Just like that.”
