15. Chapter Fifteen #2
"Sarah— fuck— you don't have to—"
But she's not listening. She takes me deeper, hollowing her cheeks, and her hand works what won't fit. It's enthusiastic and a little messy and absolutely fucking perfect.
"Baby, I'm not going to last if you—"
She pulls off with an obscene pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Good. I want you to come for me. Then we can take our time with round two."
Round two. Like this isn't a one-time thing. Like we're going to keep doing this.
We can absolutely keep doing this.
All damn night.
"Sarah—"
"Hush." She takes me back in her mouth, and I'm done thinking.
I thread my fingers through her hair, not pulling but just holding on, and when she looks up at me with those dark eyes while her mouth works me over, I lose it.
"Fuck— Sarah— I'm—"
She doesn't pull away. Swallows everything I give her and keeps going until I'm shaking.
When I can move again, I pull her up and kiss her hard, tasting myself along with her tongue.
"That was—"
"Just the warm-up." She grins against my mouth. "You promised me you'd make the wait worth it."
"I did, didn't I?" I push her back onto the bed, settling between her thighs. "Guess I better deliver."
I kiss down her body, pushing the jersey up but not off. Something about her in my number gets me hard again faster than should be possible.
When I reach her hips, I hook my fingers in her panties and look up at her. This time, I'm not teasing. "These can come off now."
"Mmmm. Thank you."
I slide them down her legs, and then she's bare except for my jersey and that black lace underneath. "Fucking beautiful."
"Kevin—"
"Shh." I kiss the inside of her thigh. "Let me."
I take my time this round. Use my tongue and fingers, remembering every sound she makes, every place that makes her gasp.
The way she tastes — sweet and salty and perfectly Sarah.
The sounds she's making — those broken little gasps and sighs and murmurs she makes when she’s right on the edge — are going to live in my brain forever.
Her thighs start to shake and I hold them steady. Keep her exactly where I want her. Where I can make her feel good. Where I can take care of her the way she deserves.
"Oh shit, don't stop—"
I wouldn't dream of it. I add my fingers, curling them inside her while my tongue works her clit. The sound she makes goes straight to my cock.
"Kevin, it's— fuck— oh—"
When I finally make her come again, with my name broken on her lips, her thighs shaking around my head, I work her through it until she's pushing at me because it's too much.
When I crawl back up her body, she looks wrecked. I love it. I can feel her heart hammering beneath my palm and I want more.
"You alive?"
She laughs, breathless. "Barely."
Then she's pulling me down for a kiss and my brain goes offline.
"That was—"
"We're not done." I reach for my nightstand, then remember we're in the guest room. "Shit. Hold on—"
"Kevin." She grabs my wrist. "I'm on the pill. We're good. Unless you want—"
"No. I mean, yes. I mean—" I take a breath. "Probably should have said this before, but I'm clean. Got tested with my last physical. But if you want me to get—"
"I'm clean too. And I trust you." Her hand slides up my chest. "I want to feel you. All of you."
There’s not a single fucking doubt. I know she’s going to undo me.
"You sure?"
"Kevin, if you don't fuck me right now—"
I surge up and kiss her, swallowing whatever threat she was about to make. "Still got that mouth on you."
"You love my mouth."
"I really do." Sarah’s always been sassy. But never like this. Bedroom Sarah is a whole new level and I love it. As evasive as she was in so many texts from the road, now the desire is moving her filter aside.
The truth is coming out of her lips and I want all of it as much as I want her body.
When I push inside in one slow thrust, she's so wet and tight and perfect that I have to stop and force myself to breathe or this will be over in a matter of seconds.
We both groan at the sensation of my finally being inside her.
No barriers, just heat and pressure and me not letting go of what's mine.
"Oh," she breathes, hands clutching my shoulders hard enough that her nails bite into muscle. "You feel—"
"I know." I start to move, keeping the pace slow. The sound of skin on skin fills the room, punctuated by our breathing — hers coming in short pants, mine ragged and uneven. "You okay?"
"More than okay." She wraps her legs around my waist, changing the angle. "Ohhh— fuuu— ummm— Kevin—"
"I've got you." I capture her mouth again, and it’s all a wild mess, but it’s perfect.
She's perfect.
This is perfect.
We find a rhythm together — slow and deep, building gradually. This isn't like the first time when we were drunk and fumbling. This is deliberate.
This is where we both mean it.
"You look so good like this," I tell her, reaching down to where we're joined. "Taking me so well. So fucking perfect in my sweater."
She clenches around me at the praise. "Kevin— faster— please—"
I speed up, angling my hips to hit that spot that makes her cry out. Her nails rake down my back and I don't even care if Quinn gives me shit about the scratches tomorrow when I'm on the table getting my shoulder taped.
"Close," she gasps. "So close—"
I reach between us, finding her clit. She's swollen and just as sensitive as I was earlier, and the slick heat makes my touch glide easily. "Wanna feel you."
She comes with a scream that she tries to muffle against my shoulder, and the feeling of her pulsing around me, the way she's clenching and shaking, pushes me over the edge too. I bury my face in her neck as I come, her name the only coherent thought in my head.
We stay wrapped around each other, both breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin.
Eventually, reality creeps back in.