There.
That one gets her.
I file it away.
My girl.
I lower myself between her thighs, hands spreading her open. She sucks in a breath and grabs at the blanket.
“Jayce.”
“I know.”
I press my mouth to the inside of her thigh first. Then higher. She trembles before I even taste her.
Good.
Let her want it.
Let her ache for it.
I kiss her there, soft once, then open my mouth on her.
She jerks hard.
I hook an arm around her thigh and hold her down.
“Easy.”
“That’s easy?”
“That was hello.”
She makes a strangled sound, and I grin against her before using my tongue again.
Slow at first.
Long strokes that make her breathing turn ragged. Little circles that make her thighs shake. Firmer pressure when she starts moving against my mouth because she can’t help herself anymore.
She tries to cover her mouth.
I catch her wrist and pin it.
“Don’t.”
Her eyes are hazy when she looks down at me.
“I’m loud.”
“You’re perfect.”
Then I put my mouth back on her and stop being nice.
I eat her like I’ve got a point to prove.
Because I do.
She said make it worthwhile.
