Her breath catches, her lashes fluttering. “That’s a lot of surfaces,” she whispers, teasing.
I grin, dark and wicked. “Then you better start stretching, sweetheart.”
And then I kiss her, deep, slow, consuming, like I’m already halfway there.
Because I am.
***
I take my time.
Tonight isn’t about rushing, it’s about knowing. About learning every inch of her, every sound she makes, every way she likes to be touched.
I start with the buttons of her dress, my fingers slow and deliberate, slipping them free one by one. The fabric loosens, parts, revealing more of her, inch by inch.
I brush my knuckles down her bare shoulder, watching as goosebumps rise in my wake.
She shifts under me, already restless, but I don’t let her rush this.
I drag my mouth along her jaw, my voice low, steady. “Slow down, sweetheart.” My lips trail lower, grazing the delicate skin of her collarbone. “Want to take my time with you.”
Her hands tighten on my shoulders, her fingers curling into my shirt like she’s considering tearing it off.
I move lower, my mouth following the path of my hands, my tongue flicking over the soft dip between her ribs, the sensitive spot just beneath her navel.
Her breath stutters, her hips shifting up, searching.
I grin against her skin, pressing a kiss right over her fluttering stomach.
“Something you like, baby?”
She glares down at me, her pupils blown wide, her chest rising and falling unevenly.
“If you stop now, I will smother you with that stupid book.”
I laugh, nipping at her hip. “Noted.”
But I don’t stop.
I explore.
I memorise.
I find out that she loves it when I suck on the inside of her thigh, just enough to leave a mark but she loves it even more when I drag my teeth there first.
That when I brush my lips just behind her knee, she shivers, gripping the sheets like she’s barely holding on.
That if I tease her too much, she’ll yank me up by my hair and tell me to quit acting like a damn tease and do something about it.
I do exactly that.
She’s so responsive, her moans turning into soft, breathy curses, then my name, then just wordless sounds that go straight to my dick.
I drag my mouth back up her body, relishing every damn second of it.
Her fingers slide into my hair, tugging hard.
“Ben.”
