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His eyes come into a soft focus, then he caresses my cheek with his hand. “That might be too much for our first time, Evie.”
My heart melts a little in my chest that he said, “our first time.” He’s thinking of me, too. Like always.
“Or it would make it perfect.”
When I go back down, his hands stay put. One strokes my cheek while the other massages my scalp. It’s oddly relaxing and comforting as my mouth works furiously toward a singular goal. He doesn’t close his eyes this time. When our gazes meet, it’s too much. I refocus on the task at hand.
"Evie, I'm gonna..." he groans a fair warning. His strong hands clamping my head in place are a shock. One on each cheek to hold me perfectly still with more force than he’s ever used with me before. The noise that escapes the back of Rob's throat is like nothing I've ever heard. It's guttural, primal, fierce...loud.
I think I know what to expect, but when the first spurt hits my tongue? Sweet Christ on a cracker, that is the single worst thing I have ever tasted. My gag reflex triggers instantly, but I tamp it down. If I show any signs of discomfort—like throwing up all over his lap—everything will be ruined. Rob will be back to square one of trauma. I breathe deeply through my nose as another wave of bitter, salty goo explodes in my mouth. My throat says, “Hell no.” My mind says, “Swallow, dammit, swallow.” As fluid begins to pile up, I suck for all I’m worth. This is no time for dainty sipping. I’ve gotta chug this God-awful flavor down, and fast, before my body overrides my stubborn will.
As my tongue and throat work to get every last drop down, Rob releases another wave into my mouth, accompanied by a shout into the quiet room. “Evie!”
Then, he’s done. His few seconds of bliss lasted an eternity as far as I’m concerned.
He loosens his death grip, but I’m too busy making sure I can release without spewing out anything. When I finally sit back on my heels, his half-lidded gaze roams over me in a strangely lazy, but intense way. “Evie, come here.”
He wants me to do it again? Already?
“Baby, please. I need to hold you.”
I climb onto his lap and into his outstretched arms, burying my face into his neck.
Home.
I take deep inhales and exhales of the most comforting scent in the world. He clutches me against him almost to the point of pain. The silence in the room blankets us. His body radiates heat and safety until I’m lulled into a half-awake state. My mind tumbles over the events of the past half hour. These are the moments when having your best friend as your lover are awkward. The girl part of my brain wants to dissect everything that just happened, to take a poll to see if it’s supposed to taste that bad. Or maybe if I’m odd for not enjoying it as much as other girls always claim to.
“Evie?”
Rob’s quiet voice pulls me back to alertness. “Hmm?”
He strokes my hair and nuzzles his cheek against my forehead. “Are you okay?”
“Mmhmm.”
Soft laughter falls around me like a warm summer rain. “Did you fall asleep on me?”
I blink against gentle kisses pressed to my face. “I’m awake.”
“Thank you,” Rob whispers.
“Was it...good? Did I do it right?”
“Oh, my girl,” his chest rumbles against mine with a low chuckle. “There’s no possible way you could do anything wrong to me.”
“Oh. Okay.” So not great. Just acceptable.
“Evie.” His smile is shy as he tilts my face up with his hand on my jaw. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. I swear.”
My shoulders sag with relief. His eyes never lie. He ducks his head to mine, his lips hovering dangerously close. On instinct, my eyes widen, and I pull back.
“I’m not allowed to kiss you now?”
Clamping my lips shut, I shake my head.
Awareness darkens his face. “You hated it.”
“Maybe it’s an acquired taste?”
