"Derek's an idiot." I kiss lower, over her stomach. "Tell me yes or no."
She's quiet for a moment. Then: "Yes. God, yes."
I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and start pulling them down. She lifts her hips to help and then she's completely bare below the waist.
And fuck me, she's perfect.
Her pussy is already wet, glistening in the lamplight. I can see how turned on she is, can smell her arousal, and it makes my cock throb painfully in my jeans.
"Spread your legs for me," I tell her.
She does, slowly, like she's not quite sure this is real. I settle between her thighs and just look for a moment. Take in the sight of her spread out on my bed, vulnerable and trusting and absolutely fucking gorgeous.
"You change your mind, you tell me," I say. "Anything doesn't feel good, anything hurts, you say stop and I stop. Understood?"
"Understood."
"Good girl."
Then I lean down and run my tongue through her folds, tasting her for the first time.
She tastes like heaven. Sweet and musky and absolutely addictive. I lick her again, slower this time, ending at her clit. She gasps and her hips buck slightly. I grip her thighs to hold her still and do it again.
"Oh God," she breathes.
I circle her clit with my tongue, light and teasing, learning what makes her moan. What makes her grip the sheets. What makes her say my name in that desperate voice that's going to ruin me.
I slide one finger inside her while I suck her clit. She's tight, so fucking tight, and soaking wet.
"More," she whimpers. "Please, Ryan, more."
I add a second finger, curling them to find her g-spot, and when I hit it, she cries out, her whole body tensing.
"Right there?" I ask, even though I already know the answer.
"Yes. Right there. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I work her with my fingers and my mouth, building her up slowly, feeling her get closer with every stroke. Her thighs are trembling, her breathing ragged, her hands fisted in my hair almost painfully.
"I'm gonna—" she gasps. "I'm—"
"Come for me, Savannah. I want to taste it."
She shatters. Comes hard around my fingers, her pussy clenching, her back arching off the bed. She tries to muffle her moan, but I can still hear it, can still hear my name mixed in with the incoherent sounds of pleasure.
I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down, pressing soft kisses to her inner thigh. When she finally goes limp, I kiss my way back up her body and settle next to her. She's panting, her face flushed, her eyes glazed.
"Holy fuck," she breathes.
"Good?"
"I've never... that was..." She trails off, laughing slightly. "I didn't know it could be like that."
Something dark and possessive rises in my chest. "How many times did he make you come?"
"Derek?"
"Yeah."
