Chapter 34 #2
His body locked, muscles tense and trembling, every nerve raw and burning.
A guttural groan tore from his throat as she licked him through it, slow strokes of her tongue along the underside of his cock like she was savoring the taste of him.
It was too good. He hissed through his teeth, hips twitching from oversensitivity.
When she finally pulled back, she looked up at him with swollen lips and glassy eyes. He stared down at her, chest heaving. Then he reached out and cupped her flushed, gorgeous face in one big, shaking hand. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth, tender now.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, voice rough with awe and leftover hunger.
He tugged her up gently, up off her knees, into his arms, into the warmth of him. He needed her closer, needed her everywhere.
He scooped her into his arms. He cradled her against his chest for a moment, feeling the way her heart hammered against his. She was still trembling slightly, her breath hitching in soft little gasps as she clung to his shoulders.
He pressed his nose to her temple and kissed her hairline, breathing her in.
"You okay, honey?" he whispered. She nodded, her mouth brushing his jaw.
He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. Her flushed skin was damp with sweat, her chest still rising and falling fast. She blinked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, her lashes wet, her lips swollen and parted. Utterly wrecked and perfect.
"Stay right there," he murmured, smoothing a hand down the side of her body.
He knelt and slid her jeans down her legs slowly, peeling them away inch by inch. Her panties followed, soaked through, clinging to her skin before he stripped them off too and tossed them aside.
He nudged her legs apart, his eyes staying on her. Her slick folds glistened in the low light, and he swore under his breath. She was still dripping, still so open for him. His cock twitched at the sight.
“You did so good for me,” he whispered, dragging his hands up her thighs, his palms broad and rough against her skin. “So fucking beautiful when you fall apart like that.”
He kissed the inside of one knee, then the other, watching her shiver. Her fingers reached for him, searching, but he caught her hand and laced their fingers together, bringing her knuckles to his lips.
“Let me take care of you, baby.” His voice was soft, almost pleading. Then he lowered his head and kissed her inner thigh again, this time closer. And again. And again, until his lips hovered just above the swollen, slick heat of her.
She whimpered, thighs twitching, and he blew a warm breath across her pussy, making her cry out and buck toward his mouth.
“You’re still so worked up,” he murmured, dragging his tongue along the crease of her thigh, avoiding where she needed him most. “Still shaking for me.”
Then his tongue flicked out. One light stroke over her clit. She jolted, crying out, her fingers twisting in the sheets. Her body writhed, trying to chase his mouth.
He didn’t hold back after that. His mouth closed over her, licking slow and deep, savoring every slick pulse of her.
He sucked gently on her clit, then flicked it with his tongue, drawing sweet, shattered moans from her lips.
Her hips lifted off the bed, but he pressed his forearms over her thighs, pinning her in place.
“Stay still for me,” he rasped against her. “Let me feel you fall apart.”
She sobbed, biting her lip hard as he sucked her harder, faster. His tongue moved in tight, relentless circles, building her back up. He didn’t stop when she shook. Didn’t stop when her legs clamped around his head or when she moaned his name like a prayer that kept falling apart at the end.
She came with a cry that cracked, hips grinding helplessly into his mouth as she broke apart again. Her whole body seized, every muscle drawn tight, her fingers tangled in his hair.
He kept licking through it, soft, coaxing strokes now, gentle as the aftershocks worked through her. Only when she collapsed back against the sheets, gasping and spent, did he finally pull away.
He pressed a long, soft kiss to her thigh, then climbed up her body, blanketing her with his body. Her limbs were limp, her eyes dazed. He gathered her up, wrapped her in his arms, and held her close.
He kissed her forehead. Her cheek. The corner of her mouth. Little parts of her, soft and slow.
“So good, baby. So fucking good.”
She buried her face in his chest, still trembling. He stroked her hair with one hand, the other splayed across her back.
She nuzzled in, her cheek resting against his chest, fingers idly tracing circles across his ribs.
“Thank you for the perfect date,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. Her smile curved lazily as she melted closer, fitting against him like she’d always known the shape of his arms.
“It was,” she whispered, sleep already tugging at her voice. “It really was.”
She didn’t deny it was a date. That lit something up in his chest. A low, quiet flame.
He listened to her breathing slow, her body slack and trusting in his arms, and the fire in him burned brighter for it.
For the first time in forever, he let himself hope that it was real, that it was worth tending, that he had someone he wanted near, someone whose flame he could never let dim.