“Shit—” she gasped, trying to hold still, but I didn’t let her. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and kept her there, right where I wanted her, right where she coulduseme.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed. “Please, don’t stop.”
I gave her everything, my tongue working her open, lips sealed around her clit while she rocked against my face, messy and desperate. She started riding me in earnest, without shame, grinding down in slow, hard circles.
“That’s it,” she groaned. “God. Right there. Fuck, Lex … you’reperfect. Let me use that mouth.”
I could feel how close she was—her thighs trembling around my ears, her breath turning ragged, her rhythm stuttering.
“Right there,” she gasped. “Rightfuckingthere, don’t you dare stop.”
I sucked harder, flattened my tongue again, and she shouted.
Eva cried out, loud and raw. Her whole body locked up before she shuddered above me, thighs squeezing tight around my head. I held her there through every wave, kept my mouth on her until she twitched and whimpered and finally begged for me to stop.
She collapsed beside me, sucking in air like she’d just survived something.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and turned toward her. Her braids were a mess, lips parted, chest still rising and falling in slow, heavy pulls.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
I grinned, still catching my own breath. “That good?”
She rolled onto her side, eyes glassy and wild. “Lex. I sawstars.”
She threw a lazy arm over my waist and tucked herself in close, skin still warm and slick against mine. For a few long seconds, all we did was breathe together. Then her hand started to move. Her palm smoothed over my hip, her fingers drifting back up across my ribs—lazy, thorough, knowing exactly where I was ticklish, where I was sensitive, where I started to come undone.
Her mouth followed the trail of her hand, pressing a kiss to the center of my chest, the slope of one breast, and then the tip—hot and soft and wet. She sucked just hard enough to make my hips jump.
I moaned her name, and she whimpered back, like hearing it did something to her.
She dragged her tongue across my skin, teasing circles around my aching nipples, switching sides, her lips never leaving me for long. Her hand slipped between my legs and settled low on my thigh—not touching yet, justthere—a reminder that she could, that she would, but only when I was ready.
When I rolled my hips against her thigh, it was an invitation.
“I want your mouth,” I told her, my voice rough. “Please.”
Eva moved like water—slow and inevitable. She kissed her way down my torso, past my stomach, pausing at the waistband of my sleep shorts to glance up at me with that look—the one that asked permission without words, the one that always undid me.
I lifted my hips in answer. She peeled my shorts down and off, and for a long moment, nothing touched me but air.
She settled between my thighs like she belonged there. Like she’d been planning to stay. Our hands met briefly on my naked stomach, her fingers warm and steady. My ass nearly left the bed when her tongue touched my clit.
She pulled back just enough to speak, her breath ghosting across me.
“It’s never been like this with anyone else.”
Her voice was low and reverent.
“I’ve had good sex—I mean, I’m Eva Montgomery,” she added with a crooked smile.
I smirked despite myself. Confident as ever.
“But that was just sex,” she continued, more serious now. “What you do to me, Lex … I’ve never experienced anything like it before. You’re good at what you do, obviously, but it’s more than that. I can feel how much you love me, like it’s built into your fingertips. And when you touch me—when your hands are on me—when your mouth is busy—I can feel that love. You’re one-of-a-kind, Lex Bennet.”
I felt my breath catch. But she wasn’t done.
“It’s never just been about sex, even when we first started hooking up. There was always something more, like another layer or an extra gear.”
