24. Chapter 24 #2
I lift my mouth from her nipple just long enough to rasp against the wet peak, “You’re so fucking wet for me, Tiff.
” Then I’m back on her, sucking harder, teeth grazing lightly while my hand keeps that rhythm with her hips, my fingers plunging, thumb circling, every stroke drawing another broken sound from her throat.
She winces the second I try to add a second finger.
I freeze instantly, my mouth still latched to her nipple as I lift my eyes to hers. “Too much?”
She bites her bottom lip, her breathing shallow. “It’s just… I’m a little sore from last night.”
“We can stop,” I say immediately.
“No.” her hand grips my arm, keeping my fingers in place. “I don’t want to stop. I just…we might need to go slow.”
I nod, slowing my hand and using my thumb to focus on her clit instead. “Okay. Slow.”
She’s breathing heavily, but I can tell she’s in her head.
“Will you show me?” I ask quietly. “Show me what feels good for you right now.”
“Uh, I don’t know how I’d show you.”
I feel her pussy clench around my fingers as her entire body tenses.
It shouldn’t feel as good as it does.
“Don’t you touch yourself?”
“Jamie.”
“What?” I ask innocently, smiling against her skin. “You’re not a robot, Tiff. Just because you have a child doesn't mean you don't have needs.” I take her nipple in my mouth, giving it another teasing bite before continuing.
She huffs a nervous laugh. “Yeah. I do.”
Good.
I move down, kissing the valley between her breasts. “Then will you show me how you like it? Let me watch. I want to see what feels good for you.”
She stares at me for a long moment, as though she’s waiting for me to laugh. When I don’t, her lips part, and that little breath she lets out—it’s everything.
I brush my thumb over her clit, surprising her before I take my fingers out of her and kiss her again. Slowly. Deeply. Until she melts into it. When her body relaxes beneath me, I pull back.
She nods shyly. “O-okay.”
I shift, guiding her up the bed until her shoulders hit the headboard. Her chest is rising, her legs are trembling a little as my hands trail up her thighs, and I remove her panties. She tries to close her legs, but I part them enough to fit in between.
“W-What are you doing, Jamie?”
“Getting comfortable. I want the best view.”
Her face flames red as she hides behind her hands. “You can’t be serious.”
I grin, leaning close enough that my breath hits her skin. “I’m completely serious.”
I take one of her wrists gently, lowering her hand from her face. “Don’t hide from me, Tiff. Not now.”
Her breath catches, but she doesn’t pull away. I press a kiss to the inside of her knee, then higher.
“Let me see what makes you feel good. I want to learn everything about you.”
Her eyes soften, and she gives the smallest nod.
I take her hand again, guiding it slowly down the soft plane of her stomach. Her fingers tremble as they trace lower, until the tips finally brush her slick center. The sound she makes—half gasp, half moan—goes straight to my dick, which is already rock hard and throbbing.
I don’t move. I just watch.
Her fingers start in slow, tentative circles over her clit, and after a few circles, she gets bolder. Two of her fingers slide down and dip shallowly inside her before gliding back up to rub her clit in tight, frantic circles. Her hips roll up into her hand in small, needy rocks.
I’m transfixed, watching the way her thighs tremble, and how wet she’s making herself.
She keeps moving, slow and shaky, and I can feel her pleasure pouring out of her in waves.
“Jamie…” she breathes, like she’s warning me, but her hips don’t stop.
I trail my fingers up her thigh, stopping just short of where she’s touching herself. “You look so beautiful,” I whisper. “You don’t even know.”
Her fingers start to falter, her breath hitching. She’s close but hesitant, caught somewhere between wanting to let go and being shy about it.
I lean in until my hand is settled on her upper thigh, and my thumb brushes against her folds. “Will you let me, Tiff,” I murmur. “You don’t have to do it alone anymore.”
When she nods, I bring my hand between her thighs and start to mimic her movements. My two fingers slide through her slick folds, circling her clit the same way she just did, then dips lower to push inside her slowly.
“Like this?”
I murmur, curling my fingers the way I watched her do, stroking that same sensitive ridge inside.
She nods frantically, lips parted on a soft, desperate whimper. “Yeah, just like that.”
I feel her pussy clench around me as I keep to the rhythm she set. Shallow thrusts, then deeper.
Every time I pull out, my fingers come away, shining with her.
I lick my lips, my throat tight with raw hunger. She looks fucking delicious. I’ve never wanted to taste anyone like this before. Never felt this clawing, possessive need to bury my face between someone’s thighs and drink them down. But with her? It’s all I want. All I can think about.
I bend down and press my lips to her clit.
She whimpers, her whole body jerking toward my mouth.
Still moving my fingers slowly, I murmur against her. “Has anyone ever gone down on you before?”
Her cheeks burn hotter. She bites her lip, her voice barely a whisper. “Uh, I think you'll remember our first time is the furthest I've gone with anyone.”
The words ignite something primal in me. She’s mine. Only ever mine.
“I was a fucking fool that night to not taste you.” I shake my head. “Too busy thinking about my life to take my time with you and make you realize how much you mattered. I should’ve skated my tongue across your clit before sucking on it and tasting you.”
My thumb rolls her clit, and I kiss up her stomach.
“Ugh. Stop.” She raises her hands, covering her face.
I smile and swipe my tongue over her navel before dragging it down to the tip of her slit.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to be embarrassed about it,” I say, my breath fanning her clit. “It’s my first time too.”
Her eyes snap open. “You’ve never—?”
“Nope.” I drag the flat of my tongue down her slit to where my fingers are. “It’s always felt more intimate than sex to me. You have to really care about someone to want to do that.”
“Right?!” She lets out a breathless laugh. “You’ve got to know someone pretty well to shove your genitals in their face.”
Before she can think longer on that, I lean forward and swipe my tongue flat across her clit in firm, deliberate strokes.
Her hips buck hard as a choked cry tears from her throat.
I don’t rush. I take my time, watching her reaction to every lick. Every swipe.
I start slowly at first, savoring her taste before I trace the shape of her around my thrusting fingers.
“Jamie,” she moans, gripping the sheets, her thighs trembling around my shoulders.
I hum against her, and the vibration pulls another sound from her throat.
“That’s it,” I murmur when I come up for air. “Don’t hold back.”
I go back down, flicking my tongue over her clit in soft, slow circles before sucking it gently, feeling her fall apart beneath me.
She arches, gasping, and I can feel her shaking—half from pleasure, half from disbelief that I’m really here, doing this.
And for the first time in months, maybe years, I feel like I’m giving her something instead of taking.
When she comes, it’s soft and quiet with just my name leaving her lips. I kiss her center through it. Softer and softer, until she starts to relax. Then I pull back, resting my forehead against her thigh to catch my breath.
But I’m not ready to stop.
Repent.
The word echoes in my mind. The one thing I need to do to be worthy of her.
She’s trembling, her skin is flushed, her pussy is glistening, and I can feel the warmth of her against my lips. I drag one more kiss up the inside of her thigh, then another just because I can.
“Jamie,” she whispers, still dazed.
“Please,” I murmur, tracing a fingertip along her slick folds. “I just want you to feel it again. Will you let me?”
“I don’t think I can—”
She shivers when I slide a finger inside her. I do it slowly, watching her reaction before I add another. She gasps when I curl them, stroking her from the inside.
“Does that feel good?” I ask.
She nods, unable to speak as her hands fist the sheets.
I drag a kiss over her thigh. “You look unreal,” I whisper, though it’s mostly to myself.
She gives a sleepy, satisfied sound, half-laughing. “Jamie…”
I don’t let her finish. Instead, I put my mouth back on her.
The first touch of my tongue makes her flinch. She’s still sensitive, but I hold her there, flicking her clit slowly until the tension melts. Then I start again, tasting her, memorizing it.
Her hands thread through my hair, and my fingers move faster.
“That’s it,” I whisper. “Let me have it again.”
She gasps my name, her body arching off the bed. I keep going, slower when she pulls back, faster when she meets me halfway.
When she breaks, it’s louder this time. It’s a sharp, helpless cry that fades into my name. I stay with her through it, licking softly, drawing out every last tremor until she’s shaking.
Then I ease back, pressing small kisses to her hips, her stomach, the inside of her knees, until the only sound in the room is her uneven breathing.
I rest my hand on her stomach, still tasting her on my lips. “Thank you,” I whisper, as I rise up to kiss her.
I’m sure she tastes herself, but she’s too blissed out to care.
“I love you, Tiff.” I rest my forehead against hers, letting our breath mingle.
She closes her eyes, and for a long time, neither of us moves. The room is quiet except for the sound of our breathing, slow and even again.
I brush a strand of hair from her face and press one last kiss to her forehead, knowing deep in my soul that whatever comes next, we’re in this together.