She shifts beneath me, her hands tugging at my hair, trying to pull me back where she needs me. I don’t give in.
“If this is the last time,” my breath is falling over her skin, “I’m going to take my time.Memorizeyou.”
She makes a frustrated sound, half plea, half growl. I drag my tongue lazily along her folds, deliberately avoiding where she’s aching for me most. She whines, writhing against the sheets.
“Please…”
I glance up, watching the way her lips part, the wild need in her eyes.Fuck.
“Please what?” I tease, nipping gently at her inner thigh, watching her flinch in pleasure.
“Your mouth.” She pants. “I need?—”
I give her a slow, deliberate lick, and she lets out a strangled sound, her hips bucking up to meet me.
“Like this?”
“Yes,” she cries. “God, yes?—”
That’s all the permission I need.
I work her over relentlessly, alternating between deep, slow strokes of my tongue and focused, teasing flicks against the spot that makes her gasp the loudest. Her fingers tighten in my hair, thighs trembling, breathless curses slipping from her lips.
“Alfie, I—I’m going to?—”
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right as I suck gently on her clit.
Tarashatters.
Her body tenses, back arching clear off the bed as she cries out my name, pleasure tearing through her in waves. I hold her there, working her through every last shudder,keeping my touch light as the aftershocks ripple through her.
When I finally pull away, she’s wrecked in the best way—hair wild against the pillows, lips parted, chest rising and falling in uneven gasps. Her eyes flutter open, hazy and unfocused, like she’s still trying to remember how to exist in her own body.
I press a slow, deliberate kiss to her jaw, letting my lips linger.
“Still think this was nothing?”
Her breath catches, but she doesn’t answer.
I smirk, trailing my mouth down her neck, tasting the sweat-dampened skin there. I don’t need her to say it. I already know.
I take my time moving back up her body, pressing soft, lazy kisses along the way, mapping her out like I don’t have every inch of her burned into memory. When I reach her lips, I kiss her deep, slow—letting her taste herself on my tongue. She sighs into my mouth, her fingers sliding over my shoulders, gripping like she’s afraid to let go.
She hooks a leg around my waist, pulling me in until there’s no space left between us. Her hair falls around us, blocking out the world, and when she kisses me this time—slow and deep, like she’s trying to drown us both in it—I groan against her lips, hands fisting in the sheets.
“Last time, right?” she murmurs, her voice dripping with challenge.
I should sayyes.
I should meanyes.
But I don’t.
“Right,” I lie, dragging my teeth over her bottom lip.
She doesn’t hesitate. In one slow, torturous motion, she sinks down onto me, and my entire world shatters.
For a moment, neither of us moves—just panting into each other’s mouths, foreheads pressed together, letting the weight of it settle in our bones.
