“I was enjoying that.”
“You'll enjoy what comes next.”
“That's very confident.”
“I know what you like.” It’s not a guess. I know the way her breath catches, the exact pressure of a hand that works, the angle that makes her tremble. I’ve learned her.
Her hand tightens around me. “Maybe I want something different.”
“Tell me.”
She releases me slowly. “I want your mouth. Then I want you inside me hard enough that I can't think about tomorrow morning.”
I pull her pants and underwear down together, guide her out of them, and lift her. Elena wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to the bed.
“Monitor,” she says.
“I can hear it.”
“Check.”
I glance at the nightstand. Our child is still sleeping peacefully.
“Asleep,” I confirm.
“Good.”
I place Elena on the mattress and spread her thighs.
She watches me kneel between them, impatience tightening her face.
“You asked for my mouth,” I say. “Let me give it to you.”
Her hand relaxes.
I kiss the inside of her knee, then move higher and press my mouth to her pussy.
Elena's hips lift on a broken sound. I hold them down and drag my tongue through her, tasting how ready she is.
“Fuck.”
I repeat the motion, slower, then close my mouth around her clit.
She moans and turns her face into the pillow.
I lift my head. “No.”
Her eyes open. “The baby.”
“The baby is down the hall, and the monitor is beside my hand.” I slide two fingers inside her. “I want to hear you.”
Her body closes around my fingers.
“That's unfair.”
“You like unfair.”
“Sometimes.”