Page 190 of Ex Somnis

She shakes her head with a smile. “Sounds like I need to strip, then.”

“Can I watch?”

Her eyebrows lift.

Fuck, that somehow came out more vulnerable than dirty.

She hesitates for half a second, then stands. The way she peels off her clothes, a little shy but determined, nearly wrecks me. Every inch of soft skin, every curve, every beauty mark, I already know by heart from dreams.

When she’s bare, she climbs back onto the bed, and I groan, reaching out to glide my palm from her sternum up to her collarbone and back down again. Dream-her skin was always smooth in a way real skin never is. No goose bumps, no real give, no bumps. In waking life, it pebbles under my palm and is so much better than anything I’ve ever imagined.

“I could spend the rest of my life learning you and still want more.”

“Ridge…”

My cock twitches, coming to life by the sight and feel of her.

“I need to taste you, sweetheart.”

The pink flush on her cheeks has now spread to her chest.

“Can’t see any difference to the dreams. You’re still saying dirty things to me,” she murmurs as she slowly moves to straddle my face, and the sight of her, hovering above me, flushed, beautiful, and trusting, steals whatever breath I had left.

I slide my hands up her thighs, gripping gently, and pull her down onto my mouth with the same care I’d use if this were the only thing I’d ever be allowed to do again.

When the first taste of her hits me, I groan into her, then drag my tongue up her slit in one slow, thorough stroke before circling her clit. I take my time, licking, sucking, fucking her with my tongue. Her hips rock down against my face, tentative at first, then bolder, chasing the pleasure when I grab her thighs harder. Her hands brace on the headboard, and the soft, broken sounds she makes are the best thing I’ve ever heard.

I lose myself in her.

In the taste, the heat, the way her thighs tremble when I suck her clit just right. I don’t rush it. This isn’t a dream where I can bend reality to my will. This is real with her weight on my face, her soft gasps, and how her fingers tighten in my hair like she’s afraid I’ll disappear.

I circle her clit with the flat of my tongue, then flick it gently, then firmer when her hips start to rock. I slide two fingers into her, curling them deep, stroking that spot inside.

“R-Ridge. Fuck. It’s too much.”

I pull back enough to speak against her. “Easy. I’ve got you. Just breathe. Let me take care of you.”

I go back in softer, like I’m coaxing her rather than demanding. My fingers keep that steady rhythm inside her, curling, while my tongue worships her clit with patient, loving strokes.

“That’s it,” I murmur, the words vibrating against her. “I could stay here all night.”

Minutes stretch, but finally, her breathing becomes ragged, and her thighs start to shake harder around my ears.

“Stop thinking and give it to me.”

She whimpers, hips stuttering.

I suck her clit gently into my mouth and hum, the vibration pulling a sharp cry from her throat. Her walls clench and quiver around my fingers, then clamp down hard as she finally comes, flooding my tongue with her taste.

I continue licking her through every pulse and aftershock, greedy but gentle, drawing it out until she’s shaking and oversensitive, trying to pull away with a broken little sob of my name. Only then do I ease off, pressing soft, soothing kisses to her inner thighs while she catches her breath.

When she finally lifts off my face, I’m grinning up at her like the smug bastard I am, feeling her release all over my chin. “See? Just perks with this mouth.”

She swats my chest and slides down my body to straddle my hips again, laughing breathlessly. “Can we lose your clothes now, too, please?”

“You sure you want this?” I ask, my voice rough with nerves I’m annoyed I can’t hide.

“Yes.”