“Yes,” I admit, my voice shaking with pent-up emotion. “It’s amazing.”
The murmur that leaves him sounds more like relief.
I press my lips together until it’s impossible to keep the truth locked up inside. “No one’s ever done this to me before.”
He stills, surprise flickering across his expression before it settles into something deeper. Something that becomes more focused and intent.
“Then let me show you exactly what you’ve been missing.”
He takes so much time that my body forgets how to brace, how to anticipate disappointment. Every touch is unhurried and deliberate. It’s like he’s paying attention to every breath I draw, every tremor that rolls through me, every sound I can’t stop from slipping free.
The tension inside me loosens thread by thread, replaced by a heat that spreads like wildfire beneath my skin.
For the first time in my life, it feels like I’m being claimed.
Not as an object, but something precious.
A groan works its way loose from me as my eyelids flutter closed. My body tightens as his tongue dances over my delicate flesh. The sensation is so overwhelming, I’m barely able to think.
The only thing I’m capable of is feeling.
When my hips twist, his hands clamp around my inner thighs, his fingers sinking into the muscle as he pins me gently in place. A whimper slips free as my spine bows again, desperate for more, for anything that will ease the ache continuing to build. His tongue dips inside me before he laps at my center. The pleasure that blooms in his wake is enough to rob the air from my lungs as it spreads outward until it’s impossible to tell exactly where it began. It gathers low and deep, winding tighter with each passing second.
Instead of driving me over the edge and into oblivion, he slows it down, drawing out the tension with a maddening amount of patience. He allows the sensation to swell until I’m a trembling mess, my body teetering on the edge of something too big to hold within the confines of my skin. When I can’t stand another moment, he drags his tongue against my clit, and I splinter apart beneath his firm grip.
A cry tears from my lips as waves of intensity crash over me, battering my senses. Not once does he stop or ease up. He continues licking and sucking until there’s nothing left within me to give. Until every last drop has been wrung from my body.
When he finally pulls back, all I can do is lie there, a boneless heap, breathing hard as I stare at the ceiling, my mind completely blank.
I’ve never experienced something so euphoric before. It feels like more of a spiritual awakening rather than a sexual one. That thought is enough to make me smile. I’ve heard my friends talk about orgasms, and always assumed they were exaggerating. Embellishing. Making sex sound way better than it could possibly be.
Turns out they were telling the truth.
Another shudder ripples through me as my body continues to pulse with aftershocks. I’m knocked from those hazy thoughts when Laiken crawls up my body and hovers over me. His arousal is unmistakable as he presses his lips to mine.
Unconsciously, I open until our tongues can tangle.
“Can you taste your sweetness on me?”
Air gets wedged in my lungs as I nod.
“It’s fucking delicious,” he growls, the sound low and rough, vibrating straight through me.
His tongue darts out again, moving in tandem with my own, teasing and claiming in equal measure.
“I don’t know how I’ll ever get enough of you,” he says.
The seriousness of his tone makes my stomach flutter because it doesn’t sound like a line he’s feeding me.
Just when I think he’ll strip off his boxers and slide deep inside my body, he shifts, rolling onto his side and drawing me into his arms. His body is warm and solid, his heartbeat a steady drum beneath my ear, a quiet anchor as everything inside me settles back into place.
He presses a lingering kiss to my forehead. Then another to my temple, the gesture so tender it makes emotion swell in my throat. His hand strokes up and down my back, as if he’s checking in without words, making sure I’m okay with everything we just shared.
For the first time in a while, I don’t feel the need to brace myself. I’m not raw, exposed, or hollowed out afterward. There’s no knot of regret forming deep inside or an instinctive urge to pull away and put distance between us before I get too comfortable.
The world narrows until it’s nothing but the hum of the penthouse that surrounds us, the warmth of his body pressed against mine, and the slow rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek. My thoughts drift, unspooling as something undeniable settles into place.
This is exactly what I’ve been searching for.
