Chapter 58 #2
The tip of his finger traced the line where my bra pressed up against my breast, over and over, until I thought I’d lose my mind. Then his lips followed, pressing kisses there, barely brushing, each one making me ache more.
He shifted closer on the narrow bed, thigh pressing between mine, and used both hands now, lifting and holding me like I might spill from his palms. “I’ve wanted you like this for so long,” he said, low, almost pained. “Almost didn’t think I’d get to.”
I tried to answer, but it came out as a shiver when his thumbs brushed over me again — lazy, coaxing.
When he finally bent his head, I thought he’d be rough, desperate. But he was gentle. His mouth closed over me with a slow pull, tongue teasing the peak until my breath caught. He hummed against me, satisfied, and the sound went straight to my core.
He lingered, switching sides like he couldn’t choose which he loved more, his hands never leaving me, kneading softly, tweaking my other nipple between his thumb and his forefinger.
Like he was mapping me. It was almost too much — the way he looked at me between kisses, like I was something worth studying, savoring.
“You’re perfect here,” he murmured against my skin. “Perfect everywhere, but — God, here…” His tongue darted out, flicking my nipple once.
Twice.
A moan escaped my mouth on the third time.
“Shhh, sweetheart. Gotta stay quiet.” But he stayed there like he’d found the only thing in the world worth knowing. Even though he knew what it was dragging out of me.
Every shift of his hands was deliberate — one palm firm beneath me, the other roaming, stroking the curve of my breast, pinching my nipple, brushing the underside like he wanted to feel their weight in every possible way.
The narrow bed dipped beneath us as he leaned in again, mouth soft and hot against my overstimulated tip, closing around me just enough to make me gasp. He smiled against me — I felt it — before letting go, kissing the spot he’d just teased as if in apology.
“Do you have any idea—” his voice caught when his thumb swept over me again “—how long I’ve imagined this?”
I couldn’t answer. I just arched into his touch, and that alone made him groan.
Sometimes he kissed. Sometimes he sucked. Sometimes he just… looked. Eyes flicking up to mine, dark and warm and completely undone, before dropping back down like he couldn’t bear to be away from the sight.
But the worst was his teeth. The best. The way he’d pinch me between his tip, tugging so gently, biting down enough to make me gasp.
When he slid the straps of my bra down, it was careful, almost ceremonial. He pushed the cups down further with the backs of his fingers, revealing me inch by inch, and swore. Low and soft, like it was for him alone.
“Up, baby,” he crooned, arching my back further. With one hand, he unsnapped the back of my bra, lips closing around my nipple as he tugged the fabric off of me. “All for me. I’d keep you like this always, June.”
There was nothing between us now. Just skin.
His hands curved around me again, bare now, and I thought I might melt straight through him when he bent and took me into his mouth again.
His tongue swept slow circles that made my toes curl, his teeth barely grazing before he soothed the spot with another kiss.
“I could stay here all night,” he murmured, voice rough. “Might not even make it lower. Just me, your tits, and your gorgeous attempt to keep quiet.”
When his mouth closed around me again, there was a low sound from his chest — not quite a growl, but something that said, ‘mine.’ He pulled back only far enough to breathe against me, lips dragging heat across my skin as he spoke.
“You drive me insane, you know that?” His breath fanned over the peak, making me shiver. “Every damn time I’ve seen you in a sweater, or bent over the counter, or—” His mouth sealed over me again before he finished, tongue curling in a way that made my hips twitch.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, not pulling, just holding him there — and he seemed to like that, because his hum against me turned deeper, lazier, like he could stay here for hours.
Sometimes he kissed me with open-mouthed heat, wet and decadent. Sometimes it was feather-light, a brush of lips over skin that left me aching for more. Once, he pulled back just to look at me, pupils blown wide, chest rising and falling like he’d run a mile.
“Perfect,” he muttered. “You’re just… perfect.”
He went back to me like he couldn’t help himself, alternating between long, slow pulls that made my breath catch and gentle grazes of teeth that made my whole body jolt.
His hands never stopped moving — one cupping, one smoothing up and down my ribs, sometimes slipping beneath me to arch me closer to his mouth.
The room felt too small for the heat building between us. Every soft gasp I let out made him linger longer, press harder, suck just a little deeper until I thought I might break apart right there.
And still… he didn’t move lower. Didn’t even try. Like this was the only thing he’d ever wanted, and he wasn’t about to leave it behind.
“Ansel…” My voice cracked on his name. I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for — more, faster, lower — just something.
He hummed against me like he’d been expecting it, but didn’t give me what I wanted. His mouth stayed right where it was, tongue circling lazy patterns that made me want to scream into the quiet little bedroom.
“Please,” I whispered, and it came out more desperate than I’d meant. My thighs pressed together instinctively, but his hands caught my hips, stilling me like he had all the control in the world.
“What is it you’re asking for, sweetheart?” His voice was rough, and maddeningly calm. “Because I’m not sure I’m ready to stop here yet.”
“Ansel—” I bit my lip hard, trying to keep the volume down. “I need…”
His mouth closed over my nipple again, sucking just hard enough to cut off my sentence. His thumbs rubbed slow, grounding circles into my hips while his tongue teased the peak until my head tipped back and my eyes screwed shut.
“Need what?” he murmured when he came up for air, brushing his nose against my skin. “You’ve gotta tell me, Junie.”
“I need you,” I said, barely breathing it. “All of you.”
That did something to him — I felt it in the way his hands tightened, in the sudden press of his forehead against my chest like he was collecting himself.
When he looked up, his pupils were wide, his jaw tense. “You sure?”
My nod was shaky, but my hands in his hair pulled him closer like I might combust if he didn’t move now.
“June…” He said my name like it was the only thing tethering him. His hands slid up my sides again, over ribs, over the swell of my breasts, until his thumbs brushed just under them — not quite touching where I wanted him most.
“You have to understand,” he murmured, leaning in so close his breath tickled my ear. “If I start, I’m not going to be able to stop at just this.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered, the words tumbling out too fast.
But instead of taking me at my word, he eased back just far enough to look at me — really look at me. Like he was reading my face for the faintest flinch or shadow of doubt. His palm came up to cradle my cheek, thumb stroking along my jaw as though I might vanish if he touched too hard.
“This isn’t like before,” he said softly, his voice rough around the edges. “Once we cross it… there’s no taking it back.”
My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it filled the entire room. “I know.”
“And you’re sure,” he pressed, even quieter now.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
He closed his eyes for a moment as the words hit him somewhere deep. When he opened them again, they were darker, hungrier — but still laced with that unbearable tenderness.
“Then you’re going to have to be patient for me,” he said, his mouth curving in a faint, wicked smile. “Because I’m going to make this last.”
And then, instead of giving me exactly what I wanted, his mouth dipped back to my chest, kissing his way along the swell of my breast with a reverence that made my thighs ache.
I tried to catch his eye, to tell him I could barely breathe, but he kept kissing, slow and reverent, as if I was the only thing worth worshiping in the universe.
“Junie, baby,” his voice was lower now, rough around the edges. “I don’t—” his breath caught, fingers curling into my pajama pants. “—don’t wanna wait. I have to be inside you, baby.”
“Please,” I whimpered, hips tilting upwards to press against the solid length of his cock.
“Okay,” he whispered, kissing me quickly, roughly, “hold on.” He sat up, hooking his fingers into the elastic of my pants and underwear in one fell swoop. I gasped again, arching my back as he tossed them aside without a second thought.
“Fuck,” he whispered, using his hands to push my thighs apart. “Maybe I can wait a minute…”
“Ansel,” I moaned, writhing as the heat of his breath grew closer to my center.
“Real quick, honey. Let me taste you.” With no pretense or pause, he dragged his tongue across my wetness. The moan that punched from his lips vibrated against my core in a way that almost made me fall right off the edge.
I gasped again, the heat pooling deep and thick as Ansel’s tongue teased me, savoring every slick curve and tender nerve. His hands were everywhere — cupping, kneading, tracing delicate paths along my hips and ribs, like he was memorizing my body in slow motion.
“God, you’re so wet, baby,” he whispered, breath hot against my skin as he pulled back just enough to look up at me. His eyes were dark pools of need and worship. “All this, just for me?”
My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. I wanted more — more of him, more of this worship, more of the way he made me feel like a goddess.
He groaned low in his throat, shifting between my legs, his length straining, desperate.