“Charlotte.” My voice comes out rough. “We need to stop.”
“Mmm—”
She doesn’t.
“I’m serious, Char. Stop. I’m?—”
“Just a little longer,” she whispers, still moving. “Please. Just?—”
“Charlotte, I’m about to?—”
“Please, Dane. I’m so close.”
I hold on longer than I should. Longer than I meant to.
Not quite ready to let it end.
Then I make the call.
My hands tighten on her hips as I flip us, pulling out as I turn her onto her back.
A soft, startled sound leaves her as she hits the mattress, but I’m already moving, already shifting down her body.
I press my mouth to her and drag my tongue through her center.
Her reaction is immediate—hips lifting, thighs tightening around me.
I do it again, slower this time.
“Mmm… mmm.”
Her fingers twist in my hair.
She’s close. Right there.
I focus, more precise now, finding the place that changes her breathing and pulls her tighter toward the edge. When I find it, I stay there. Two fingers slide into her, and she closes around them immediately.
I keep the rhythm steady. No variation. Nothing extra. Just what she needs.
“Oh—oh God—Dane?—”
Her thighs tighten around me. My hand stays firm at her hip, holding her in place as it builds, her body drawing tighter, her sounds breaking apart as she gets closer.
I don’t let up.
My fingers keep the same steady rhythm, and I feel her tighten again, her hips lifting without control.
“I’m coming.”
Her legs pull in around me, her grip tightening in my hair, and I hold exactly where I am, letting it crest.
“Ah—ah—oh?—”
She breaks with it, her whole body tightening before finally releasing, and I stay with her, easing her through it until the last of it fades and her grip loosens.
I move back up her body, my mouth brushing over her skin before settling beside her.
She’s breathing hard, staring at the ceiling.
