“I want to.” She’s already working on my belt and zipper, her fingers quick and sure.
I lift my hips to help her pull my pants and boxers down, and then I’m exposed—hard and aching—and she’s looking at me—
“Oh. Wow.” She just stares for a long moment. “Well. That explains the confidence.”
I feel my face heat. “It’s… uh, it’s been a while since anyone—I don’t usually—”
“Shh.” She trails her index finger down my length, and I lose the ability to form sentences. “Just let me appreciate this for a second.”
My heart pounds fast and loud. “I know it’s… some women don’t like—”
“Banks.” Her voice is firm. “Stop talking.” She wraps her hand around me—her fingers don’t touch, and I watch her eyes darken. “I like. Trust me. I very much like. Though you could have warned me.”
The feel of her hand around me—warm and soft—sends pleasure ricocheting through me. “Warned you about what?” I groan.
She draws her hand up and lets out a low, pleased sound. “You’ve been holding out on me, tough guy.”
Despite everything, I laugh. “Thanks?”
“It’s a compliment. Trust me.” She licks her lips, and I nearly come right then. “Just… let me…”
She takes me into her mouth, and I stop thinking entirely.
I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this—her enthusiasm, her skill, the way she looks up at me with those blue eyes while her lips stretch around me. She takes as much as she can, her hand working what she can’t fit, and the dual sensation is overwhelming.
“Win—fuck—I’m not going to last—”
She doesn’t stop. If anything, she speeds up, and I’m gripping the couch cushions like my life depends on it, trying to hold on, trying to make this last—
I can’t.
I come with a groan that probably wakes her neighbors, my whole body shuddering, and she takes it all, swallowing around me until I’m boneless and wrecked.
She sits back on her heels, looking way too pleased with herself.
“Sorry,” I manage. “I’m not usually that fast.”
“That was hot.” She climbs back onto the couch, curling into my side. “Nothing to apologize for.”
“Still.”
“Banks.” She tilts her head up to look at me. “That was incredible. All of it. Stop apologizing.”
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. She’s warm, soft, and perfect, and I don’t know what I did to deserve this moment.
We sit there in silence for a while, her head on my chest, my hand tracing lazy patterns on her bare back.
“So,” she says eventually, “boundaries.”
“Yeah.”
“Ours seem to have… shifted.”
I smile; I can’t help it. “They have.”
She’s quiet for a moment, and I’d give anything to know what she’s thinking. I know this isn’t at all what she agreed to. I remember Zayden telling me very clearly that she’d recently ended a bad relationship and wasn’t looking for anything complicated.
I press a kiss to the top of her head. “Boundaries can go back to whatever you want, Win. You’re in charge. Just… tell me, uh what you need.”
