Page 61 of Haunt Me, Maybe

It was only fair.

I didn’t say that out loud, of course. Instead, I watched her—flushed cheeks, eyes wide and too bright, still processing what she’d done to me with nothing but curiosity and courage. My thumb brushed her jaw and tilted her face up until she looked at me once more.

She swallowed. “What?”

“You heard me.” My smile was slow and dangerous, and perhaps a little smug. “If you can lick me, then yeah. I think it’s only fair that I get to lick you, too.”

Her breath stuttered, and her pupils blew wide. She hesitated despite her obvious arousal but didn’t say no. I waited, giving her all the time she needed to give in or back away. My hand under her chin was loose; I didn’t want her to think this wasn’t her choice. It would always be her choice. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, she nodded yes.

That was all the permission I needed. My mouth watered, and my dick woke for round two, like it wasn’t just drained. But I forced my hands to listen and started my exploration the same way she had. Slow and reverent. My touch was light, fingers memorizing her from the soft skin of her neck, down her sides, to her waist. I wasn’t in a rush. I mapped her through the fabric of her shirt like I could learn by touch alone the very way she existed.

She was warm. So warm it almost hurt.

A small sound escaped her when my fingers traced higher, when I lingered where I knew she was sensitive. With no bra on, it was easy to reach the tight little pebbles of her nipples. I rolled them between the pads of my fingers, enjoying how her back arched and how her magic flickered restless and eager.

It surged, creating an obvious tightening in the air, and I slowed my movements.

“Easy,” I murmured. “If you can’t control your magic, then we can’t keep going. You want me to touch you, don’t you, Aven?”

A whimper was all I got in response, and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard. The heaviness in the air eased, and I knew we were safe from a surge.

I lowered Aven back against the mattress, never breaking eye contact—never letting her forget that I was right here. My hands were deliberate in a way that made her squirm as I slid her shirt up to her neck and flicked my tongue over her nipple.

“I’m going to watch you,” I told her, molding my hand to her breast. “I want it burned into my memory, how you look when you come.”

“You already saw that,” she whispered.

“Not from this angle.”

I took a nipple between my teeth and bit down gently. Her mouth dropped, but no sound came out this time. Giving the other side the same attention, I lost myself to the taste of her: salt and warmth and life. With a farewell lick that made her leg hitch up my side, I left peppered kisses down her sternum and slid one hand lower to rub circles on her hipbone. I wanted her to know where I was aiming next.

“Open for me, Trouble.”

Her face flushed with embarrassment, but ever so slowly, her legs separated until I had room to cup her. I knew she was wet, but fuck. My grin went wicked at the feel of her. It took all of two seconds to get her panties off, and I dropped them over the side of the bed, not giving a shit where they fell.

Starting gently, I used two fingers to delve through her slick heat, getting her used to me being there. My thumb circled her clit with one firm stroke, and she made the most beautiful, strangled sound. Pushing even further, my fingers suddenly slipped inside and tore a gasp from her lips. Her tight pussy pulsed and contracted around me. Holy fuck, what that would feel like around my dick…

I entered a third finger, and her back arched in a perfect bow. She winced when I scissored every so often, but I knew in the long run the extra stretch would help me fit. Not that I planned to take her virginity tonight, but…soon. I knew that line was approaching fast.

“So sensitive,” I praised, leaving a kiss on her stomach. “So responsive.”

She gripped the sheets and yanked at them.

“Wes,” she whispered, already undone. “I feel like I’m on fire.”

“I know.” My lips brushed her skin as I spoke. “That’s the point.”

I continued to take my time, drawing it out until her breathing was shallow and forced out in desperate little puffs of air. Until every brush of my touch felt like a promise I refused to cash in. I knew exactly what I was doing to her. Aven twisted and arched, seeking more, and I let her, keeping her right on the edge. I wanted her to feel every second.

Her knees were pinched tight, as if to protect her from the onslaught. I used my free hand to apply some pressure on the inside of her thigh, and she slowly spread them back open, trying to accommodate the feelings I wrung from her.

“That’s it, Aven. Just like that.”

Spread out before me like an offering, she was the most beautiful goddamn thing I’d ever seen. Her purple hair glowed against the bedsheets, leaving hued shadows along her skin.

Plump breasts rose and fell under where her T-shirt bunched, and her legs were spread wide enough for me to lie comfortably between them, my shoulders making sure they stayed that way. It was an invitation I couldn’t refuse.

Aven