“No,” I say honestly. “I think I’m in love.”
She snorts, pushes up on tiptoe to kiss my jaw. “You can fall in love again after you make me come.”
“Yeah?” I say, curling an arm around her hips and lifting her like she weighs nothing. She doesn’t. Not to me.
“Benji,” she breathes, hands clutching my shoulders. “What are you doing?”
“You said I could,” I smile, walking us toward the bedroom. “So I’m gonna. You ready?”
“I will be,” she says dramatically, “if you carry me like that every time.”
I nudge the bedroom door open with my foot, already cataloguing everything I’ll need: pillows, lube, hands to hold her still when she starts talking in tongues.
I lay her out on the bed like she’s breakable, even though I know better. Even though she’s already undone me once.
She props herself up on her elbows, grin turning wicked. “Gonna fuck me now, big guy?”
“Not yet,” I say, crawling up between her thighs. “You need a proper warm-up.”
“Benji, I can take you.”
“Don’t care,” I say, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “You’ll want this first.”
Her eyes flutter when I lick a slow, lazy stripe up the center of her. Then I do it again, more focused. Her thighs twitch. Her breath stutters.
And when I suck on her clit, just a little she whines.
“Holy fuck, Benji.”
“Language,” I say against her, voice rough.
“Fuck you.”
“Soon.”
Then I bury my mouth in her.
She tastes like heat and chaos, sweet and sharp, something unholy and honey-dripped and entirely her. I drag my tongue through her and suck her clit again, and this time she barks a laugh-gasp, fist curling in the sheets.
“Jesus, Benji,” she pants. “How are you good at everything?”
“I listen,” I say, slipping two fingers inside her while my mouth works.
Her hips lift to meet me. She’s riding my mouth now, chasing it. Ferocious.
I keep at it, keep curling my fingers and sucking her clit until she’s bucking against my face, gasping, voice hitting high registers I didn’t know existed.
When she comes, it’s with a ragged scream and my name.
I don’t stop until she’s shaking, trying to push my head away, too sensitive. Then I finally pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and kiss her thigh.
“You okay?” I ask, crawling up to hover over her.
She stares at me, dazed, pupils blown wide. “Okay?” she whispers. “You just tongue-fucked me like you trained for it.”
“Been thinking about it since the first time I saw you,” I admit, kissing her neck. “You want more?”
She nods, eyes glassy. “Need it.”
