“Oh, God—” Her hands fisted the sheets, thighs trembling around my head. I pinned one hip down, holding her steady as I sucked her clit—gentle pulls at first, then harder, teeth grazing just enough to edge the pleasure with a hint of something sharper. My tongue circled relentlessly, dipping inside her before returning to that bundle of nerves. She was close already. I could feel her walls fluttering against my probing fingers when I slid one in, then two, curling to hit that spot that I knew would make her cry out.
Her first orgasm hit fast. Her cry was sharp and broken, hips bucking against my mouth. “Liam—yes—fuck!” She flooded my tongue, her pussy clenching around my fingers like she never wanted to let go. I didn’t let up, licking through the pulses. She thrashed, oversensitive, but I held her steady, drawing it out until she was panting and her eyes were glassy.
I lifted my head, chin slick, and met her gaze. Her chest heaved, breasts rising with each ragged breath. “Too much?”
“No.” Her voice was wrecked, but if she thought I was done after one orgasm, she was mistaken. She tasted too good to stop now. I wanted to fucking devour her.
I dropped back down, slower this time. Teasing laps around her clit, fingers pumping lazy but deep. Her arousal coated my hand, dripping down my wrist, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet morning. I added a third finger, stretching her because eventually she needed to be able to take my cock. I loved the way her walls yielded around me. She moaned as her hips rolled to meet my rhythm.
“Just like that…oh my God.”
I hummed against her, watching her faceas she climbed higher. This was where I belonged—making her feel good, watching her fall apart, being the reason she forgot every guy who’d ever made her feel less than extraordinary.
I focused on her quickening breaths, her thighs clamping around my head. The second orgasm built slower. I sucked hard on her clit while my fingers curled inside her, rubbing relentlessly over the soft fleshy spot inside, and she shattered. Her body convulsed, and a sob tore from her throat as her fingers gripped the strands of my hair, threatening to pull them out.
But I wasn’t going to complain if she made me bald because feeling her thighs tighten against my cheeks while I took her over the top again was worth it.
“Liam…can’t…too good.”
She gushed this time, soaking the sheets and my face. I lapped it up greedily, not stopping until her tremors eased. She went limp beneath me, gasping, and I slowed my movements before easing my fingers out all the way and kissing her clit before I moved up her body.
Her eyes were glassy, but she looked more sated than I’d ever seen her. She grabbed my face and pulled me in for a messy kiss, tasting herself on my tongue and moaning as her fingers threaded through my hair. When we broke apart, she was smiling—that same smile that had caused me to nickname her Sunshine when we were kids because it made her whole face light up.
I lay down next to her and pulled her against my chest, while she traced lazy patterns on my abs. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
“Like what?” I asked, even though I had a pretty good idea what she meant.
“That intense.” She paused. “I’ve never had a guy go down on me before. I’ve only been with three guys, andthey all made one excuse or another. Chris said he didn’t like the taste.”
A flare of anger sparked in my chest at the mention of her ex. That guy had done a number on her confidence, and every time she referenced him, I had to fight the urge to go to his apartment and knock his teeth out.
“Chris is a fucking idiot. You taste amazing and I don’t want you to doubt that for another second. I’d eat you over breakfast any day, that’s how good you taste.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “And any guy worth a damn knows that getting his partner off is half the fun.”
She laughed softly. “Well, you’re very good at it.”
“Years of practice.”
She swatted my chest, but she was smiling. “Don’t ruin the moment by reminding me of your extensive roster.”
“Former roster,” I corrected without thinking. “I haven’t been with anyone else since we started this, and I don’t plan to while we’re checking off your list.”
She relaxed against me and I wondered if she’d been worried about that.
“Thank you, for not being with anyone else for the time being and for the amazing orgasms.”
“You don’t need to thank me, Sunshine. It was my pleasure.”
And I meant that wholeheartedly. I may not have gotten off, but the high coursing through my veins made me not care.
We lay there for a few more minutes, her breathing evening out until I thought she might fall back asleep. But then she stirred, pressing a kiss to my chest before sitting up.
“I should probably shower. I have class soon.”
“Yeah, me too.” The reminder of real life crashed back in.
She slid out of bed, completely comfortable in her nakedness now in a way she hadn’t been when we first started. That was progress. That was the whole point of this—helping her see herself the way I’d always seen her. Confident, sexy, and worth someone’s full attention.
Even if that someone could never be me.
