I laugh, low and husky. “You have no idea. I’m just getting started.”
I turn off the water and wrap her in the biggest towel I own. I dry her off like she's precious, because she fuckingis, patting her shoulders, her arms, kneeling to dry her legs, pressing a kiss to her knee.
Then I take her hand again and lead her to the bedroom, positive I'm going to make this the best night she's ever had.
Because that's what happens when you're ignored your whole life. You learn to battle. You learn to make yourself seen, the way I always have.
Except now, there's only one person I want to see me.
The sheets are cool when I lay her down, and she watches me with those dark caramel eyes as I cross to my phone and pull up a light, sensual playlist that's way too cheesy.
I turn the volume up when she raises an eyebrow.
"Setting the mood?" she says, still clutching the towel.
"Just making things a little louder." I set the phone on the nightstand and climb onto the bed beside her, pushing her thighs apart with my palms. "So if you want to let go, sweetheart… I'll barely hear you."
Understanding flickers across her face. I'm giving her permission to be herself. To do what she needs to get that release that's been holding her back for too damn long.
I settle between her legs, kissing the inside of her thigh, dragging my lips across her skin until I can feel her pulse against my mouth.
And then… Ifeast.
I drag my tongue through her folds in one long, slow stroke that makes her back arch off the mattress. She tastes incredible. Like heat and salt, and a sweetness I'll never get bored of.
I’m instantly hooked.Addicted.
My whole body tightens with a possessive, greedy need.
This isn’t just good. This is perfect. This isher.
And I want to drown in it.
I groan against her pussy like a man who's been starving for exactly this.
"Fuck, Zo." My voice vibrates against her clit. "You taste so goddamn perfect."
I lick her slow, deep, savoring every single taste. I circle her clit with the flat of my tongue, then flick, and suck, finding the rhythm that makes her thighs shake against my ears.
"Oh—" Her hand finds my hair and she grips. "Oh, Colt…yes."
There she is.
"That's my girl." I slide two fingers inside her, curling them deep while my tongue works her clit. "Let me hear you, baby. You sound so fucking beautiful."
She moans louder. The music covers it a little, but I hear every note. Every gasp, every whimper, every desperate sound she forgot she could make.
I worship her through the first orgasm, then keep going. I don't stop. I don't slow down. I devour her like she's the only meal I'll ever need, licking and sucking and praising her until the sounds she's making aren't quiet anymore.
They'reloud.
Full-bodied, gut-deep moans that match the way she's grinding her soaked core against my face. She arches and rocks against my mouth, taking what she needs. I talk her through it, filthy and soft and everything in between.
"Come for me again, baby. I know you've got one more. Oh yes, there it is."
"Ohhhhh, COLT!"
She comes so hard her entire body locks up, a scream tearing from her throat that cuts clean through the music, through the walls, through every silent year she's endured.
