“Lucky for me,” he breathes against my mouth, “you like that.”
I do. God help me, I do. The idea of him giving me orders sinks straight between my thighs, and I slide my heel slowly down the back of his leg, feeling the muscle jump beneath the sharp point.
“Careful, baby.” His fingers still, and his eyes lift to mine. “I’m already hanging on by a thread.”
But then his fingers swirl over my clit. I gasp, the sound cracking open in my throat as he strokes me, then a firm circle, followed by a lazy dip that makes my hips lift off the mattress.
“Mm, atta girl,” he says. “There’s my Pretty Penny.”
His hand withdraws before I can complain, and then he’s sliding lower, dragging his mouth over my collarbone, my breast, the dip of my stomach. He hooks one hand behind my knee and bends my leg up to peel my panties off, careful to keep my heels in place, then kisses the inside edge of my ankle.
“You know what I thought the first time I saw these heels?” he asks.
“That I had impractical footwear?”
“That I wanted to fuck you in them.” His mouth presses to the inside of my knee. “That I wanted totasteyou in them.”
I swallow, and my laugh comes out ruined. “That is not gentlemanly.”
He hums, then his tongue drags through me, and I forget every clever thought in my head.
His mouth seals over me with a hungry groan, and my hips jerk hard enough that one heel slips against his shoulder. He catches my ankle immediately, pinning it there while his tongue works me in firm, filthy strokes that make my entire body go boneless.
“Evan—fuck.”
His fingers dig into my thigh, holding me open, and I look down and almost regret it.
Because he’s watching me. Watching my face and my mouth. His eyes gleam beneath his lashes, and then he flattens his tongue and licks me slow enough that my back bows off the bed.
“Don’t look away,” he says against me, and I don’t.
He slides two fingers inside me again, curling them with a precision that makes my hand fly to his hair. My heels drag against his back, the leather biting lightly into my skin as my thighs tighten around his shoulders.
“That’s it,” he rasps. “Use me, baby. Let me feel how bad you want it.”
I roll my hips against his tongue, fingers gripping his hair tighter, my breath breaking into little gasps that turn rougher each time he sucks my clit into his mouth. He groans like he’s the one getting ruined, and the sound makes my entire body clench around his fingers.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he says, voice wrecked. “Could keep you here all night.”
“I’d die.”
His mouth curves against me. “Happy?”
A laugh tears out of me, but collapses into a moan when he sucks harder and curls his finger. My first orgasm rips through me, and I writhe beneath him.
“Evan. Evan, please—” I pant, one heel sliding down as I reach for his belt. “I want more.”
He takes over unbuckling with shaking fingers, and I love that. I love that I can do this to him. Love that after a year of waking up beside him, drinking coffee with him, arguing over laundry and school lunches, wanting me like this still makes him tremble.
When he settles between my thighs, one hand hitches my leg high. The tip of his cock presses against me, and my breath stutters.
“You want it?” he asks.
I slide my heel down the curve of his back and hook him closer. “I’ve wanted it since Neverland.”
A rough sound tears out of him, and as he pushes in, his forehead lowers to mine.
“I love you.”
