“I beg to differ,” I said. I dropped to my knees in front of the couch and pushed her shirt back up. She sucked in a deep breath and held it, her bright blue eyes on me. “I find anatomy, yours in particular, quite exciting.”
She arched a ginger brow at me. “Oh really?”
“Mmhm.” I ran my fingers over the bare strip of skin and kissed it. “Really.”
She threaded her hands through my hair, holding me there. I closed my eyes and practically purred like a cat. This. Right here. I could live like this quite happily for the rest of my life. I nibbled on the patch of skin right under her belly button, tightening my grip on her hips when she started squirming.
“Don’t stop doing that,” she whispered, her eyes drifting shut. “Like, ever.”
I didn’t want to. “Are you sore?”
“No.” Her cheeks turned red, and she opened her eyes to peek at me. “My lower extremities are fine.”
“Look at you, showing off your medical vocabulary.” I kissed her stomach, this time a little bit lower and grabbed her waistband. “Say something else the book taught you, and I’ll kiss you again.”
She spouted off some medical jargon I couldn’t really understand, but it sounded legit. As long as I got to kiss her some more, I’d be happy. I undid her pants and pulled them off her legs. She had a dark purple satin thong on that just might be my favorite color in the whole world right now. I ran my fingers over the soft satin, dipping down to brush across her clit.
Her left leg fell to the floor, granting me better access. I took full advantage of this, slipping in between her legs and nibbling on her upper thigh. “Say something else or I’ll stop.”
“The way you make me feel…” she moaned. “Will soon cause a series of muscle contractions in the genital region…that will be accompanied by a sudden release of endorphins.”
I blinked up at her, amusement threatening to overtake my desire. “Did you give me the medical definition of an orgasm?”
“Yes,” she said through her teeth. “Now kiss me again.”
I laughed and flicked my tongue over her clit, through her panties. “More.”
“Argh.” She yanked on my hair with just enough force to make my scalp sting. I liked that too. “When the endorphins rush to my head, I’ll experience a sudden sensation of…”
I tugged down her panties, listening to her medical talk, but not really paying attention. At this point, I was a little bit too distracted by the fact that I wanted to make those endorphins she’d mentioned rush to her head. Repeatedly. When her thong fell to the floor along with her pants, I nibbled my way up her thigh. The closer I got to her clit, the faster she babbled. And the faster I forgot all about studying, and could only focus on her.
She whimpered and tried to urge me closer. I let her take control of me. Let her put me where she wanted me…but only because I wanted to be there. When I flicked my tongue against her clit, her legs jerked and she moaned. I liked the sounds coming out of her mouth. I needed more.
I rolled my tongue in a lazy circle, keeping my touch light. She dug her nails into my scalp and lifted her hips, begging for more. Her soft scent teased me. She smelled like lilies and something else. Something fruity and intoxicating and her. I gripped her hip with a trembling hand, holding her in place, and slipped my other hand in between her thighs. She said she wasn’t sore, but I wasn’t about to thrust inside of her without making certain of that fact.
I swirled my tongue a little harder this time, then gently slid a finger inside her. She was tight. Too tight. My cock ached to be buried inside her slick folds, but I ignored it. Her muscles clenched down on my finger, hard, and I increased the pressure of my mouth a fraction more.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she panted, over and over again, her nails digging into any piece of skin or scalp she could reach. She’d apparently given up on medical lingo. “Finn.”
As soon as she said my name, I pulled out and put another finger in, my tight hold on control slipping fast. I needed her too badly. Power like this wasn’t good. Wasn’t right. Yet, she held it over me without even trying. And worse yet? I didn’t think I stood a chance at breaking free because I didn’t even want to.
Her muscles clamped down on me, and she froze, her entire body rigid and held taught. Then she breathed my name again and collapsed to the couch, her breathing erratic. I stood up and crossed the room, going to the nightstand to grab protection. As I approached her, I undid my shorts. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was messy. She looked fucking hot right now, right after I made her come.
She sat up and licked her lips. “Can I…can I do that to you?”
“Fuck yeah, you can.” I kicked my shorts off and let them fall to the floor. All of the contents of my pockets spilled on the floor, but I didn’t give a damn. All that mattered was her, and making her happy.
She reached out and trailed her fingers over my abs, her touch feather light. I closed my fists, nearly crushing the condom in the process. This might be the most torturous thing I’d ever put myself through, but it just might be the most pleasurable too. She pulled me closer, and I stumbled forward, letting her put me where she wanted me.
When I stood between her bare knees, she looked up at me through her lashes, almost as if she tested my reaction before she even started. I slit my eyes, making it look as if I wasn’t watching her, but I’d be dead before I missed the sight of her mouth on my cock. She leaned in and flicked her tongue against the tip of me, and every muscle in my body jerked in response.
“Hm,” she said, shifting her weight on the edge of the couch. She cupped my balls gently, running her fingertips over the sensitive skin. I hissed and tightened my jaw. She was going to kill me with her almost-there caresses. “Do you like that?” she asked, her tone throaty and whispery and oozing of sex.
“Yes,” I managed to say through my swollen throat. “Do it again.”
She grinned and rolled her tongue over the head of my cock, this time doing a complete circle. I’d tried to keep my hands to myself, but she broke my restraint. I dropped the condom on the floor and buried my hand in her red curls. I urged her closer, gently, in case she changed her mind.
She didn’t.
Without warning, her mouth closed around me and she sucked me in, keeping the suction constant and the pressure just right. I looked down at her, watching her fuck me with her sweet red mouth, and couldn’t look away. Each time she drew back, she took more of me in. And she didn’t stop playing with my balls, increasing the pleasure by tenfold. My fingers flexed on her head, and I forced myself to stand still. To not thrust into her warm mouth…but it was the hardest thing in the world to do.
To just stand there, while I wanted to bend her over and fuck her senseless.
When she sucked me in more, making me grow horribly close to an orgasm, I placed my hands on her shoulders and pulled out of her mouth. My entire body tensed when she increased the suction, trying to keep me in, but I refused to come in her mouth. I needed to take her gently and sweetly. I needed to make love to her the way I would have if I’d known it was her first time last night.
“No more,” I rasped.
“But—”
“No. If you keep doing that, I’ll come.” I ran my finger over her hard nipple, squeezing gently. “But when I come, I’ll be buried deep inside of you. I won’t accept anything else.”
I ripped open the condom and slipped it on before bending down and carrying her to the bed. After laying her down gently, I lowered my body over hers and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and tentatively slid her tongue between my lips. It was the first time she kissed me like that, taken the initiative during sex, and the devastating effect it had on me was not missed.
My arms tightened around her, and I wished I could hold her close forever. Keep her safe forever. Make sure no one ever hurt her again. But I’d be the one hurting her. I’d be the one ruining the very thing I so cherished…her trust.