Also, I’m a guy, I have no fucking clue how it feels for them, and not to toot my own horn, I’m pretty fucking big.
I was going to make this woman feel worshipped. Desired.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said softly, brushing my thumb over her cheek.
She leaned up and kissed me—slow, sweet, the kind that made the world tilt for a second. And just when I was about to say something cheesy or ridiculous, she wriggled out of my arms.
I let go, reluctantly, my hands dragging down her sides. She slid down my body with that wicked little grin —the one that made my heart skip like a damn lovesick fool and my dick throb.
I’m utterly screwed, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
When her bare feet hit the floor, her grin turned soft, nearly knocking the breath out of my lungs.
“You could never hurt me.”
Then she dropped to her knees.
Fuck me. That’s a beautiful sight.
Her hands skimmed slowly down my chest as she did, until she reached the waistband of my joggers.
“I’ve never done this either,” her voice was soft, her fingertips tracing a featherlight line along my thigh. “I have read about it, though.”
I don’t doubt that for a second.
My mind flashed back to the book I had found in her place, the one that got me so hard and flushed red like a girl. The page I skimmed through burned into my brain forever, and it was something I never thought I would like.
I exhaled through my nose, trying to keep it together. Her white hair was a wild mess, the oversized hoodie swallowed her frame, and she was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on. Sitting there on her knees, looking up at me with those beautiful silver eyes and very swollen lips.
Yep. I was done for.
I stroked her jaw gently, trying to centre myself and failing miserably.
“Please take me out,” I rasped.
My voice cracked, and I didn’t even care. I’d beg if she wanted. Hell, I was two seconds away from exploding in my damn pants. I’d crawl on my hands and knees for her touch.
She licked her lips, eyes glinting with mischief. “You beg pretty,” the words rolled off her tongue as her fingers worked the drawstring with maddening patience.
Then, slow enough to make a saint lose their mind, she peeled it down, and I sprang free—hard, aching, slick with anticipation. I groaned, low and rough, at the relief of being released, and damn it… the way she looked at me had me ready to lose myself entirely.
Her gaze dropped to my cock, eyes widening, lips parting as she took me in. Every detail. Every inch. That look—open, fascinated, fucking hungry—sent a jolt straight through me, and I knew I’d never get enough of her like this.
I braced myself against the glass, clenching my fists, trying not to fall apart right there and then. Every instinct in me screamed to grab her, to beg her to take whatever she wanted from me. I was already hers, and she didn’t even realise it.
Her mouth closed around me—warm, wet, perfect—and I nearly lost my mind. Stars shot across my vision, and I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood.
Shit, if heaven exists, it's right here, on her tongue, wrapped around me, and I'm never letting go.
My whole body locked up, a raw, broken sound tearing from my throat before I even realised it. I forced my eyes open, needing to see her—and damn, there she was, eyes half-lidded, lashes fluttering as she explored me like I was something worth worshipping. Her hand wrapped around the base, fingers snug, sending a jolt of pure heat straight up my spine.
Nothing has ever felt like this. Not even close. With her, it’s not just physical—it's electric, primal. Every cell in me feels alive, humming with need, with the urge to surrender.
A soft moan slipped past her lips, vibrating straight through me and making my hips twitch. She traced her tongue up mylength, claiming every inch, and I couldn’t hold back the low, guttural groan that escaped me.
“Cherry,” I groaned, breath catching in my throat. “I’m trying so fucking hard not to fuck your throat—you’re killing me here.”
She pressed a kiss to the tip—sweet, teasing—and gave me that wicked smile that always knocked the air out of my lungs.
