I reach behind her and unclasp her bra. She lifts enough for me to slide it away, and I take one full second to look at her.
Her arms twitch like she wants to cover herself.
“Don’t,” I say. “Let me see you.”
She freezes, cheeks burning, but her arms stay down.
I kiss my way down her chest and take one nipple into my mouth. She cries out, hands flying into my hair. I suck gently at first, then harder when her hips lift.
“That’s it,” I say against her skin. “Let me hear you.”
“Jordan.”
My name, wrecked already.
I move lower, down the soft curve of her stomach. Her body tightens when my fingers hook in her panties.
I look up. “Still want this?”
She nods quickly.
“Words.”
“Yes. Please.”
Please.
That damn word.
I slide her panties down her legs and spread her thighs with both hands.
She tries to close them.
I do not let her.
“Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful.”
Her face burns. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You don’t have to.” I kiss the inside of her knee, then higher. “That’s my job tonight.”
Her breath catches when my mouth touches her inner thigh. I take my time, kissing and biting gently, letting her get used to the heat of my mouth near the place I want most.
When I finally drag my tongue through her pussy, she jerks off the bed with a broken sound.
I hold her hips down.
“Jordan.”
“I’ve got you.”
I lick her slowly, spreading her open with my thumbs, learning every reaction. She is sweet, wet, and so sensitive my cock aches. I circle her clit with my tongue, then suck, and her fingers twist in the sheets before sliding into my hair.
“That’s it,” I tell her. “Pull if you need to. I can take it.”
She does, and the sting at my scalp sends heat straight through me.
I keep my mouth on her, licking and sucking until her sounds lose their shyness. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders. Her hips lift toward my mouth, and I let her feel how much I want this, how much I want her pleasure messy and loud and honest.
