His mouth grazes my thigh and my hands grip the edge of the dresser until my knuckles ache.
“I shouldn’t,” I whisper.
“I know,” he says softly. “Say it anyway.”
I shake my head slowly and his fingers ghost up my leg, stopping just shy of where I’m burning.
“Tell me to stop.”
I swallow hard.
Silence stretches between us until finally I admit the truth we already know. “I don’t want you to stop.”
He exhales—with relief, hunger, something close to devotion—and rests his forehead briefly against my knee. Then his hands grip my thighs—firmer now, claiming without pushing—and he gently tugs the remaining blanket aside. The air hits my skin and I shiver, helpless.
“Unfortunately, you used up most of our time asking redundant questions, and I’ve waited long enough,” he says, voice soft as his fingers slide up my hips, slow enough to make my skin erupt in goosebumps.
“So now…you’ll have to settle.”
“Settle for what?”
His gaze drops, lips parting as he sweeps his tongue across them.
“Sadie,” he murmurs, his mouth brushing the inside of my thigh softly.
“Hm?”
“Please,” he begs, looking up at me through his lashes. “Shut the fuck up and let me eat.”
In one swift move, my panties are tugged aside and his mouth is on me—and everything inside me detonates.
What he does to me is slow and purposeful, every movement deliberate and controlled—until it isn’t. Heat floods every inch of me, dizzying and bright. His hands, his mouth, his breath—everything is too much and not enough. I clench the blanket between my teeth, biting down to keep myself quiet.
My body goes molten. I reach for him without thinking, fingers threading through his hair, and the sound he makes breaks something inside me. His tongue traces, circling, pressing deeper until my body bows off the dresser.
His fingers tighten around my thighs, guiding, steadying, urging me to stay open for him. His mouth is desperate and tender all at once, each movement a promise, an apology, a claim.
If this is settling, I can’t even begin to imagine what the alternative is.
He has me undone in seconds.
Completely boneless, breathless, whispering his name in an incoherent mess of moans and pleas.
He dips farther, making a low sound against me, and the vibration ripples through my entire body. My spine arches and heat crashes over me in waves so intense I forget where I am.
I fall apart. Completely at his mercy.
And he holds me through every trembling second.
Once the final waves have ebbed, his tongue glides up from my center to my clit in a slow, torturous stroke—and then he presses a soft and devastating kiss there, as if he were kissing my mouth.
He rests his forehead against the inside of my thigh, breathing hard, his fingers still digging into my skin where they hold me open. For a moment, he just stays there—like he needs the contact as much as I do.
Then he slips my panties back into place. The sharp snap makes me jerk, a small whimper breaking from my throat.
His eyes rake over me and he lets out a low, satisfied exhale before pulling back with that smug smirk, swiping the pad of his thumb across his mouth.
I’m still shaking when he steps in close, fitting himself between my still-spread legs as if he belongs there. My gaze drops, landing on the thick, aching strain pressing against his jeans.
