Page 58 of Will to Run

“You don’t have to do this, Jaxon,” I whisper.

His head raises again, and he looks squarely at me. “Do you not want this?”

“I mean, kind of. Yes. I don’t know,” the sound forces out of my throat. I don’t want to divulge that I’ve been made to feel like I’m gross.

“Because Della,” he continues without waiting for my explanation, “remember when I told you I was going to be selfish and take what I wanted? I fucking want this. This checkbox isn’t for you; it’s for me. Let me take it.”

“But what if I smell funny?” I cover my eyes with my arm.

“I’ve already tasted you, and I couldn’t be more attracted to every part,” he assures me.

“He only went down on me twice,” I blurt out, the admission making my stomach pang as my other arm goes up to hide my face.

“Well, that’s what happens when you’re with a boy,” the dismissal is immediate. “Besides, I think we’ve already established pussy wasn’t his thing. So if there are no more objections, I’m going to go ahead and eat.”

When I take my arm away, he’s looking up at me, waiting for permission, and the combination of his gaze plus his words is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. I nod and his tongue finds my core, but stops just short of where I need it. Hearing the needy noise fall from my lips, he looks back up again.

“Relax, baby, I promise I’ll show you how good this can be,” he rumbles in a low, demanding tone. It makes my knees fall open further, and he growls his approval.

“You.”

Lick

“Taste.”

Lick

“So fucking good.”

My body responds to his words, and I shut my eyes. I feel like there’s a chance I could get off on just listening to him speak to me that way. As he’s dancing around my most private area, he’s staying just far enough away from where I need him to be. I’m so turned on, I actually start to pant.

“Jaxon,” I whine. “Please. I need to feel this. It’s never…”

“Tell me what you want, Del? I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you to hit the right spot.”

“Ah, baby, there will be a time when I make you ask for more. In fact, I’m going to make you beg, but we’ll save that for a different lesson, eh?”

With that, his mouth goes around my clit, and I gasp. I can feel the roughness of his tongue as he sweeps against the sensitive spot, and in twenty seconds flat, he’s solidified that I’ve most certainly been missing out.

“Oh my God, Jaxon,” I grab the top of his head, not to stop him this time, but to hold on. My fingers slide into his hair, and he lets out a groan, as if this is genuinely good for him. It’s so convincing that I believe him, and at that point, I let myself get lost. Then, when I think it can’t get any better, he pushes two fingers into me, and I swallow a scream. His tongue and fingers work in tandem, and I’m pretty sure I’ve gone to… Regular heaven? Cowboy heaven? All I know is that this is otherworldly. My body starts moving against him on its own accord. The man has to know he’s good at this. Beyond good.

“Jaxon,” I moan because I don’t know what else there is to say. His fingers sweep my insides, and they’re touching a part of me that has never been touched before. I buck harder on his face and any self-conscious thoughts are long gone. When his mouth latches around my clit and he sucks, everything goes white. The flash of heat runs through my body, and I close my eyes, tilt my head back, and see stars. Ohmygod.

He reads my movements when I try to squeeze my legs back together, he keeps them open and continues to move his tongue as the orgasm continues to rip through every inch of my body.

All the tension I’ve ever carried in every part of me releases, and I am a changed woman.

He pulls his head up with a huge grin on his face. “You’re quite responsive, Tatroe.”

“And you’re quite the god, Wills.” I smile at the way his last name rolls right off my tongue. I can’t help that my insecurity rears its ugly head. “Promise I tasted okay?” I whisper. He did the job, and did it well… but…

“Did you taste okay?” he responds while crawling up my body. When he’s right in front of me, he looks into my eyes to nail down how serious he is, but the intimacy of the moment makes me swallow hard. “Pretty sure you were made for me,” he says, then bends to take my mouth.

The kiss is earthy and different, but certainly not abhorrent like I was made to believe.

“Bad news, Del,” he says as he pulls away. “I loved that. Which means I’m going to try to do that every chance I get. You’re going to be sick of my face in your sweetness.”