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To be fair, I should be happy I slept at all. After the issue with Hazel and her lack of response, I was convinced I’d be a mess for the rest of the night. Instead, Kate distracted me. And not with sex, which I wouldn’t have complained about. With a different kind of comfort. One I didn’t even know I needed until my not-so-prickly porcupine slipped beneath the sheets and burrowed closer to me. As if I was her lifeline. Her rock. When in reality, she’s slowly becoming mine.
Her dark hair is splayed across my chest, and her lips are parted as she breathes slowly, still lost in sleep.
Fucking beautiful.
Pushing her hair away from her face, I brush my thumb along her cheek, and she moans softly, leaning into my touch. The sheets hug every curve of her body, showcasing her pebbled nipples and the apex of her thighs.
Craving her, I slip the covers over my head and drag my hands along her bare skin, watching as it leaves a trail of goosebumps along every inch. Leaning closer, I kiss her clavicle, then move lower, brushing my lips against her nipples before sucking on the little patch of skin beneath her belly button.
Her thighs tighten, and she squirms slightly, her breathing remaining deep and even.
She’s still asleep.
Softly, I bite at her hip bone, and she moans again. “Macklin.”
I smile against her skin, letting my fingers dip into the heat between her thighs. Her legs part, giving me better access, so I slide lower, finding her core. My fingertips brush along the slit, playing with the heat and finding her wet.
Fuck.
I dip into her again, circling my fingers and bringing her juices to her clit.
“Mack,” she gasps. It’s breathy and sweet but almost crackly too. Probably from sleep. She’s awake now.
Good.
Instead of answering her, I scoot lower and kiss her pubic bone, positioning myself between her parted thighs. The sheets rustle around us more as she arches her back. Desperate. Needy.
“Lift your hips, Kate,” I order. “Wanna have my breakfast served properly.”
She snorts but raises her hips, and I stuff a pillow beneath them, parting her lips and kissing her softly.
It’s funny. How intimate oral sex can be. It’s not about getting off. It’s about pleasuring the person you’re with. The person you care about. It’s about tasting them. Peeling away every single layer. Making them helpless. Making them crave you. What you can do. How you can make them feel. Without any expectations of whether or not they'll return the favor. It’s about making the other person feel good.
And I want to make Kate feel good.
I want it more than anything.
Dipping my tongue into her slit again, I lick her slowly, add a finger, and curl it, finding the little bundle of nerves inside her.
She moans again.
This time, it’s louder. More breathy. I close my eyes and breathe in deeply, savoring her taste. Her scent. Her hips lift, meeting my mouth as I continue sucking and licking, adding a second finger and scissoring them back and forth. Slowly. Rhythmically.
With another gasp, she tangles her fingers into my hair, pushing me against her pussy as her thighs clench around my ears. And fuck, does it feel good. To be needed. Wanted. I continue my assault, playing with her, toying with her, bringing her closer to the edge as her mewls and pants grow louder and louder, mingling with my name on her parted lips.
Her juices cling to my chin, and I savor the taste, refusing to let up or give her an ounce of breathing room as her heels dig into my shoulder blades and her back arches off the ground.
“Mack, I’m coming. Ah, I’m coming.” She bucks against my face, riding out her orgasm as I continue licking, biting, and suckling her clit, committing the taste, the smell, and the feel to memory.
I don’t want to forget it. The way it feels when I’m with her. How different it is compared to my past relationship. How much more she means to me despite the shitstorm we created by falling for each other. And we did create a shitstorm. But I don’t want to think about it. I only want to think about her. Kate. And what she means to me.
As the grip on my hair lessens, Kate’s thighs fall limp. I kiss her swollen clit one more time and crawl up her body.
With both arms on either side of her head, I cage her in. “Kissing after oral, yay or nay?”
Her eyes widen in surprise as she considers my question. After a moment, she shrugs. “Never tried it.”
“Seriously?”
