I give her what she wants, what we both want, dragging my tongue through her folds in a long, slow lick that makes her gasp. She tastes incredible, sweet and tangy and uniquely Lexie. I could do this forever, learning every sound she makes, every twitch and shudder.
I focus on her clit, gauging her reactions to find what she likes best. Her thighs tighten around my head, her back arching off the couch as I slip two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that makes her cry out.
"Right there," she gasps, her hips moving in rhythm with my fingers and tongue. "Gods, Darren, don't stop."
I have no intention of stopping. Not until she falls apart for me, until she knows without a doubt that this, us, is about more than biology or pack dynamics or scent matches.
Her release builds quickly, her body tensing as she approaches the edge. I double down, working her with fingers and tongue until she shatters, my name a broken cry on her lips as she comes against my mouth.
When I look up, her face is flushed, eyes half-lidded, lips parted as she catches her breath. The sight makes my cock throb almost painfully against my jeans, but I ignore it. This is about her.
I press a kiss to her inner thigh before moving up to join her on the couch, pulling her into my arms. She curls against me, boneless and satisfied, her head resting on my chest.
"That was incredible," she murmurs.
"Yeah," I agree, understanding perfectly. I press a kiss to the top of her head, content to just hold her. "You taste fucking amazing. I could eat you every day for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert."
She gives a breathy chuckle that makes my jeans torture. "I wouldn't complain."
We stay like that for a while, her breathing gradually slowing. It's peaceful. Right.
"I could return the favor," she murmurs eventually, her hand sliding down my chest toward my belt.
"Trust me, that wasmypleasure," I assure her. "But I definitely wouldn't turn that down."
Her smile is soft, almost shy. "You know, you're as good at eating pussy as you are hockey. A shame there's not a medal for it."
"Trust me, those sounds you make are better than any trophy on my shelf," I say, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
She settles back against me, her body warm and pliant in my arms. Our lips meet again, and just as she slides down lower, teasing my belt buckle with her fingertips, her phone buzzes from somewhere in the apartment, breaking the moment.
She groans, burying her face against my chest. "Ignore that."
I'm more than happy to do just that, but she's barely got my jeans open when the phone buzzes again, ringing this time.
"Fuck," she mutters. "It's only set to ring if someone calls three times in a row."
"You'd better get that," I tell her, talking my cock down off the ledge.
She gives me an apologetic look, reluctantly extracting herself from my embrace. She pads across the room to retrieve her phone from the kitchen counter, still gloriously bare from the waist down, her oversized sweater just barely covering her incredible ass. The view is distracting, to say the least. I think this could start a whole new trend. No pants, just a sweater. Men sure as hell wouldn't complain.
"Hey, what's up?" she asks, sounding surprisingly put together for a woman who was just gasping and writhing under my touch. Her expression falls flat. "Wait, shewhat? How did she even get scissors into—bothpigtails?!"
I wince. Sounds like Godfather the kindergarten edition.
"Okay, yeah, I can be there in ten," Lexie says, flustered as she moves around the room gathering her keys and wallet. "Bye."
"It's Jess," she confirms as soon as she's off. "Apparently, Taylor got into a fight with a little girl who was picking on another kid at craft time. Glue was sprayed. Pigtails were cut."
"Man, kindergarten sounds rougher than hockey," I tease, watching her with my arm draped over the back of the couch. "Anyone hurt?"
"Nothing a few bandaids won't fix," she says with a sigh. "But Adam is home sick, and Jessica needs a sitter while she runs down to the school."
"Of course," I say, understanding immediately. Family comes first. It's one of the things I admire about her. "Need a ride?"
She shakes her head, already moving toward the door. "Thanks, but it's just a few blocks. Can you do me a huge favor and lock up?"
"Sure, but I think, I think you forgot something."
