Her cheeks flame pink. “Okay.”
“You sure? I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“I’m sure,” she says. “I just had a boyfriend, and he…” She winces. “I should not have said that. Way to ruin the moment.”
I squeeze her calf. “Gentry.”
She looks at me. “Uh-huh.”
“Your ex was a fucking idiot. You’re perfect, and I want to do this. Do you want me to make you feel good?”
She nods.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, Levi. Please make me feel—”
I dive onto her before she finishes the sentence. She tastes even better than I’d expected. Her skin is petal soft down here, and she already tastes like sex, which means she’s just as turned on as I am.
She moans when I suck her clit, and I somehow have the presence of mind to lift my head and remind her to be quiet with a finger to my lips.
She grabs her pillow and puts it over her face.
She screams into it when I make her come the first time.
Chapter Fourteen
Gentry
I’ve barely come back down to earth from the most amazing orgasm of my life, when Levi’s tongue flicks my clit in a circular motion.
It feels amazing, but also almost painful on my over-sensitized flesh.
“Levi. Ohmygud. Levi. You have to stop.”
Thankfully, he stops and looks up at me, confused. “Why?”
“I don’t know if you noticed, but I’ve already come.”
He smirks, looking so handsome in the early morning light that I feel as floaty as the pot brownies made me last night. “Oh, I noticed,” he says, clearly proud of himself.
It’s my turn to be confused. “Then why are you still going?”
He keeps his gaze on me, but rests his forefinger against my entrance. “I enjoy giving pleasure, Gentry. Some might say it’s my kink. Right now, I want to make you come over and over again, until you’re begging me to stop. You okay with that?”
“I think so?” Honestly, I’ve never come more than once with any man before. The three guys I’ve been with in my life - all at different times, thank you very much - were satisfied if they got me to one orgasm.
He rubs that finger over my entrance, and it clenches. My body is definitely on board for this. “I need you to be sure, Gentry. I don’t ever want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
He’s impossibly sweet. I don’t know how I ever thought he was a jerk.
“It sounds like fun,” I say. “I’m just not sure I can handle it.”
His eyes light as he slides that finger into me slowly. “Oh, I know you can handle it, baby. You just have to let go.”
“I’m not sure I know how.”
“Let me teach you,” he says, as he pulls out the first finger and adds a second.
