Page 145 of To All the Guys I Killed Before

She stops moving so suddenly that even her lungs seem to stop working, which is my green light to settle back between her legs and keep eating her out like the starving man I’ve been.

“Your mouth. It feels so good,” she pants out, clenching the comforter in a death grip.

“Your sweet cunt tastes even better,” I say with a groan, reaching up to guide her hands to her breasts. “Does this hurt your shoulder?”

“No.” The hopeful word slips out around her plump, bitten lips.

“Then I want you to play with your tits for me.”

“God.” She whimpers when her fingers find her nipples. “Oh my god.”

This time when I dive back into her pussy, I grab her hips and lift her lower body to my mouth, giving me a new angle to lick her, suck her. My fingers dig into one of the only uninjured parts of her body, keeping her in place and preventing her from bucking, breaking, making me stop.

“Pinch them, baby,” I say with her clit between my teeth. “Pinch them and come for me, but don’t move any other goddamn part of you.”

“H-Hugo.” She chokes out my name as her pussy starts to clench and a new wave of moisture hits my tongue.

“This is what I pictured,” I growl as her thighs shake and her orgasm rolls through her, drinking in every second of the pleasure that twists her face. “Fuck, Rue. You’re beautiful.”

It takes her a full minute to catch her breath and come back into her body, and I use that time to stretch out along her right side.

“New position, same rules,” I say when she’s able to hear me again. “Don’t move, and you get a reward.”

My clever girl cuts her eyes over to me. “Is the reward your pretty penis?”

Why is her calling my dick “pretty” the best compliment I’ve ever gotten?

“Yes,” I say. “A lifetime supply, if you want it.”

Please want it. God, please, please want it.

“I want it.” She turns her head and flashes me a giddy smile, and I know it’s an unsanctioned movement, but I’m not about to punish her for saying that. So I turn this into an opportunity to reposition her, running the physics of fucking without putting any demands on her knees or ankles.

“Legs together.” I tap the outside of each thigh. “Tight.”

She does what I ask, and I adjust the towel under her ass. “Feel okay?”

She nods, her eyes fixed on my hands as they make final adjustments to the angle of her hips, the press of her legs, placing her body exactly where I want it.

“Why is that so hot?” she asks.

I know it’s rhetorical, but I answer anyway.

“Because it’s us.”

Then I drop into plank position over her, my hands on the mattress at her shoulders, my feet planted on either side of her legs, my cock…

Fuck me, this is going to be a problem. Just the sight of my dick gliding over her wet mound pulls more precum to the tip.

“Is now the time to tell you,” I grit out, “that I know about your IUD and your STI screens?” I resent any delay that keeps me from burying myself inside her, but I need to take better care of her than I did our first, frantic time when safety was the last thing on our minds.

“Of course you do.” She jolts when I drop my hips to tease her clit with the head of my cock. It’s movement, but it’s not quite enough to force me to stop, thank fuck. “I thought about it after Vartan and figured you’d been tested, too. Nobody who puts cameras in only my half of the duplex is going to mess around with my health like that.”

Goddamn. Who understands me better than this woman does? I push my dick into the tight space between her pussy and the juncture of her thighs, torturing us both with a different kind of penetration.

“Rue,” I say in a shaky voice, “are you ready f⁠—”

“If you don’t put your huge dick inside me right now, I will get my knife and stab you, Hugo.”