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“Thank you for today.”
“That was all you.”
“Maybe, but I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”
When he passes by, I press my gratitude into the corner of his mouth, the high of his cheekbones, his nose. Even the secret society of eyebrows gets a loving kiss.
“I asked you for help, but you’ve given me so much more than that. More than I even knew I needed.”
He keeps his eyes closed, our breaths gently mingling in the small space between us. The scratch of his beard is soft under my palms as I frame his face, brushing my thumbs along the border of skin and carefully kept hair. It smells of sandalwood and home.
“I didn’t show you anything that wasn’t already there, Bee. And I’ll keep reminding you until we’re old and gray and these walls are crumbling around us.”
Emotion chokes me, and I clench my fingers in his shirt. I want to keep him. I want to stay. He’s so good to me, and I’m hurting him, because despite all of his challenges, I’m still scared.
Scared to see where this goes.
Scared to get hurt.
Terrified of letting him go.
28
SEBASTIAN
A few weeks ago,it was rare to wake up beside someone, but these days it’s rarer to wake up alone. I can’t get enough of Bee. From her sleep-addled hair to her starfished across the mattress, it’s simply one more version of her I’m growing attached to.
It’s calming to see her like this, free of concern, breathing slow, and cradled in my sheets.Where she belongs, a sharp feeling between my ribs reminds me.
We’ve talked about this, her fantasy of being enjoyed while she’s asleep. Of waking up mid-feast. I’ll admit, it hadn’t crossed my mind until she mentioned it. I’ve never had a partner ask before.
Knowing she wants this, that the element of surprise is part of the pleasure for her, makes me rock hard. She’s trusted me with this, and I’m going to make sure she gets everything she wants.
Because if this really is temporary, if this is all I get, I’m going to make her feel amazing while I still can.
Her bare skin is warm, and I take a second to breatheher in. Cotton and body soap and the faint remnants of last night linger. I want to taste every inch of her, but I have to be selective this morning. I don’t want to wake her.
Not yet.
Her breasts flare out in rest, leaving the smooth valley between them. I’ve seen Bee get self-conscious about it, pushing them back to center, as if I give a shit that gravity has any effect on them. They’re glorious, and I want nothing more than to suck on them, nip the underside in that way I know makes her squirm and heat up, roll each darkened nipple between my teeth while I have my fingers inside her so I can feel the exact moment she clenches and soaks them.
In this state, all I can do is ghost my tongue down the center, brushing past the smattering of freckles there. There’s a hitch in her breath, goose bumps flaring over her skin, but she doesn’t wake up.
Good.
I part her legs, spreading her open for me. There’s no resistance. Her knees fall apart, and I take a minute to just look. Good god, she’s a feast for the senses.
A fucking delicacy.
I’m already hard, my erection solidified into the realm of virtually indestructible.
I take my time tasting her, swirling my tongue in lazy circles, letting the tip catch and curl around her clit. Over and over, getting a good taste. I’m holding her open, teasing the entrance of her pussy with my thumb, getting drunk off the way it responds. Little flutters, like it’s begging for more.
She moves easy, still lax with sleep.
There’s a hint of a moan, barely more than a sigh, but it’s enough to drive me further.
Every pleased sigh makes me harder.
