Chapter 40 #2
She whimpered, hands buried in my hair, holding me close like she couldn’t bear to let me go.
I was gone. This man? With this mouth? I didn’t know who he was. This wasn’t the first set of breasts I’d seen, but God… They were my favorite. I was never a… talker when it came down to it. But something about Juniper made it impossible for me to stop.
“That’s it,” I praised, switching sides to give her other nipple the same attention, watching her squirm under me.
“I’ve been thinking of this since that night in the pool, June.
Look at you — so sensitive, so good for me.
” I sucked the peak into my mouth again, working her with my tongue.
“God — Love the way you arch for me, baby. You love this, don’t you? ”
Her moan was answer enough, high and desperate.
“That’s my girl,” I said, voice rough as my teeth grazed her nipple just enough to make her gasp. “I’m gonna take my time with you tonight, baby. Gonna make you feel so good.”
Her hips shifted beneath me, restless, needy, like she didn’t even realize how badly she was squirming for me. I lifted my head, grinning down at her. “Look at you — can’t even sit still, can you?” My hand smoothed down her stomach, over the curve of her hip. “So wound up already.”
She whimpered my name, and it damn near undid me.
“Shh, I’ve got you.” I pressed a kiss to her sternum, then another just below her ribs. “Gonna worship every inch of you, Junie.”
Her breath caught as I trailed my mouth lower—down the soft plane of her stomach, across the dip of her navel — while my fingers continued to work her nipples, pinching and rolling them, devouring every little sound she made.
“You’re trembling,” I murmured against her skin, pressing a kiss to her hip bone. “Relax.” I was undone. She undid me. It was always going to be this — going to be her.
Every path had led me here. To ‘The Way We Move’, to that Seattle bar, to the convention and to her bookstore.
To her.
The feeling bubbled up in my chest, too big to acknowledge, too big to claim. But it was there, and it was beating against my ribcage.
I pushed it down. This was no night for sentimentalities.
Not when she was laying bare before me.
Exactly the way I had only imagined her over the past several months.
Her fingers were in my hair, holding tight, like she was bracing herself. “Bet you’re soaked for me already.” My voice dropped even lower. “Aren’t you, baby?”
She gave a tiny nod, cheeks flushing deep pink.
“God, you’re beautiful. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
Her breath hitched, thighs shifting like she wanted to close them — until I settled my hands on her knees, gently urging them apart.
“That’s it. Let me see you, sweetheart.” I pressed a kiss to the inside of one thigh, then the other, taking my time, dragging my mouth slowly upward.
By the time I hovered just inches from her, her hips were already lifting off the bed like she couldn’t help it.
“Such a good girl for me,” I praised, glancing up at her through my lashes. “Lying here, letting me taste you. Gonna make you feel so goddamn good, Junie. Gonna have you screaming my name before I’m done.”
And then — finally — I leaned in, running my tongue in one slow, deliberate stripe up her center, savoring the way she gasped like she’d never been touched before.
Her back arched off the mattress, a breathy moan escaping her lips. “Oh god,” she whispered, knuckles white as she gripped the sheets.
“No, baby.” I grinned, pressing a kiss to the inner crease of her leg. “No gods here. Just me. Just you.”
Satisfied she wasn’t going to push me away, I released one of her knees, dragging my knuckle through her opening. “Juniper,” I practically moaned, feeling my dick grow harder as I licked her off of my fingers. “I’m going to come, just from this.”
I wasted no more time, pressing my finger against her entrance. “You gonna let me get to three tonight, pretty?” I asked, just barely pushing my index finger past her folds.
She didn’t answer, not with words. Her hips bucked against my face and I swore I saw heaven. “Fuck, baby.” Using my other hand, I spread her apart, finding her clit swollen and waiting.
“Not gonna go easy on you,” I muttered, more to myself than to her. She was writhing beneath me when my lips — featherlight — came in contact with her clit.
“Ansel,” and the way my name rolled off of her lips was delicious. Her hips rutting against my mouth, her fingers clinging to any semblance of security she could find. “Please—”
Slowly, so cautiously, I pressed my lips against the bud, sucking gently. Her breathy sounds turned louder, her movements more erratic. “Yeah?” I asked, pulling back enough just to meet her eyes.
Her eyes were hooded, head thrown back in a look of pure ecstasy. “Want me to make it last?” I asked, reaching up to roll her nipple between my fingers again.
Juniper shook her head so quickly, it might have been comical. “No, please — please Ansel.”
But there was nothing funny about the way she was aching for me. I pushed a second finger in, returning my mouth to her clit, alternating between less-than-gentle sucking, and quick work of my tongue.
She was loud. The way she moaned and cried out was enough to send me over the edge.
As I teased a third finger, I found her nipple, plucking and pinching — relishing in the way that each of these movements were sending her spiraling.
“Ansel — I’m gonna—”
Fuck.
“Come on, baby.” I muttered against her core, thrusting three fingers against her walls faster, rolling her nipple between my fingers and — shit.
She exploded on my tongue — on my fingers — with a force I’m not sure any man has ever had the opportunity to experience.
Her back was completely bowed off the bed as she cried my name, fingernails digging into my scalp, holding me against her.
She spasmed around my fingers, the feeling of her orgasm shooting straight to my cock.
I couldn’t breathe — but she was better than air.
“Another,” I groaned, continuing relentlessly, my own hips bucking slightly into the mattress at the sound of her climax. Fuck.
“I—” The sound of her panting… I wanted to bottle that noise and keep it with me. “I can’t—”
“You can. You will.”
She did.
Within seconds, she was toppling over again, her fingers clutching against any part of me she could reach. “God,” I whispered, shifting to press a kiss to her hipbone, right below her navel, between her breasts, until I was hovering over her, face to face. “You are perfection, Juniper Haddock.”