“Not yet,” he murmurs, his eyes intense. “Let me take care of you first.”
His thumb hooks into the waistband of my leggings, his gaze meeting mine, searching. “Can I?”
My fingers tremble as I peel off my leggings, leaving myself fully bare in front of him. Vulnerable, exposed. This is Freddie Donovan, my best friend—and now he’s looking at me with a quiet awe that sends a rush of warmth to my cheeks.
Freddie’s gaze travels over me, slow and deliberate, like he’s studying every inch, savoring every detail. His look alone makesheat blossom across my skin, and I can feel my heart pounding as he takes me in.
“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire.
Before I can respond, his lips press against my stomach, trailing lower, each kiss drawing another spark of heat through me. My body arches of its own accord, instinctively leaning into his touch. He pauses at my hip bone, lifting his head to look up at me through his dark lashes, a question in his eyes, a silent promise that makes me catch my breath.
“Let me make you feel good,” he says softly. “Is that okay?”
“Yes,” I breathe, already trembling with anticipation. “Please.”
He settles between my thighs, pressing a kiss to my inner knee. “Tell me if you want to stop.”
“Freddie,” I manage, propping myself up to look at him. “Don’t you dare stop.”
His answering smile is wicked, predatory, and then his mouth is on me. The first touch of his tongue sends pleasure coursing through my body like electricity. I fall back against the pillows, a moan escaping my lips.
He drags his tongue across my slit slowly, licking his way to my clit. When he reaches it, he swirls his tongue around it, agonizingly slow.
He hums approvingly, the vibration making me gasp. His tongue moves in slow, deliberate circles, building a rhythm that has me clutching at the sheets. When he slides lower, tasting me deeply, I cry out his name.
“God, Freddie…” My voice is barely recognizable, breathy and desperate.
Lost in sensation, I arch as he slides a finger inside me, curling it in a way that makes pleasure spark through my entire body. When he adds his mouth again, sucking gently, the dual sensation is overwhelming.
“Freddie,” I gasp, fingers twisting in the sheets. “I’m close… I?—”
“Let go, Lexie,” he murmurs against me. “I’ve got you.”
And with those words, I shatter. The orgasm rips through my body, leaving me trembling and gasping for air. Freddie works me through it gently, until I’m a boneless puddle on the bed.
When I open my eyes, Freddie’s watching me with an intensity that makes my heart race. He moves up my body, pressing soft kisses as he goes.
“That was…” I trail off, unable to find words.
I feel the warmth of Freddie lying beside me, his hand tracing soft patterns on my hip. Even this light touch sends gentle aftershocks through my body.
After a moment, he turns to me. “Do you want to keep going? We can stop here if you want.”
I nod. “I’m ready.” The smile he gives me makes heat pool low in my stomach. He kisses me deeply, and I can taste myself on his tongue.
“Only if you’re ready,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I want you,” I breathe, pulling him closer.
He positions himself over me, his eyes locked on mine. The intensity of his gaze makes my heart race. “Tell me if anything doesn’t feel good, Lexie.”
I nod, nervous yet wanting this—wanting him—more than I’ve ever wanted anything. “Just…go slow?”
“Of course,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “We’ll take it at your pace.”
As he starts to push in, I tense up involuntarily. It’s not painful, exactly, just…different. It’s intense—the stretch, the fullness, the way my body tries to adjust to him.
“Breathe, Lex,” he whispers, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. “You’re perfect.”
