I knew if I eventhoughtabout that sound again, I'd lose it. I wanted to make this good for her but goddamn I was already hugging the edge. I wanted to play and explore and learn this gorgeous woman all over again. But I also wanted to devour her until she lost the ability to stand on her own—and that desire won out in the end. I gripped the back of her thigh hard, hard enough to dent her perfect skin. "What did I tell you about staying still?"
I didn't wait for a reply and went back to drowning myself between her thighs. Her scent surrounded me, rich and intoxicating. The feel of her against my tongue woke up one of the purest memories of her I had. One I'd buried so deep I'd almost forgotten. But Iknewthis. I'd always know it.
Her legs shook as I dragged my tongue around her clit, though when I shifted my hand to steady her, I realized I was shaking too. I ran those trembling fingers up her thigh, across the crease where her leg met the round of her ass, and over those plump, pretty lips. She breathed out a gorgeous moan as I pet her and I wanted—fuck, I wanted everything. I wanted to take her the fuck apart and make her watch while I did it and I wanted to let her crush me into shards too small to ever put back together—just fucking end me, once and for all.
I pushed a finger inside her, then another, and heard a choked "Oh my god" that had me grinning into her cunt. It was nice to know I could still do something right.
She rocked against me and we fell into a tentative rhythm, my fingers shuttling into her as I sucked and stroked her clit. I fucking loved it. Even if we went no further, I knew this would be enough for me. Tonight, this week, the rest of my fucking life. If Istopped and thought about this at all, my cock would burn a hole through my jeans and spill for entire minutes.
We didn't speak. My mouth was fully occupied and Audrey stayed quiet, offering little more than soft gasps and murmured hums. But I thought we needed it that way. We still couldn't find the right things to say to each other but this—thiswe could do.
I sank onto my heels and pulled Audrey with me, forcing her legs wider and tilting her hips to feed me that sweet, shining clit. I wanted her to get it, to use me, to go after the friction she needed. With my free hand, I wrested my jeans open, gave myself a quick, quelling tug. Nothing short of obscene, the two of us.
A tremor moved up her legs and into her core, and I felt a gorgeous clench that drew my fingers deep into her cunt. She clawed at the dresser as I kept the pressure steady on her clit and my arousal turned into a sharp, concentrated thing. It would rip me open if I let it, and I would.
I'd never known how to save myself when it came to Audrey. Never cared to learn.
"Oh— Oh my—Yes." That last word spilled out in a sigh and I was certain I'd never be able to get another woman off without hearing that sound in my head. Fuck, I'd never be able to get myself off without hearing it.
I felt the pounding of her pulse against my tongue and my hand was wet down to my wrist. I could've stayed here all night. Could've served her from my knees until we both collapsed.
Except, no. That wasn't what she needed now.
Skimming my fingers along the outsides of her thighs, I pushed to my feet. Everything inside me yanked tight like a hunger pang. Breaths heaved out of her as I dragged her up from the dresser and folded my arms around her. I pressed my lips to her neck as she shook against me.
It was good that we didn't say anything. It would be wrong, whatever I came up with. And she'd find the smallest possible string of words to destabilize my entire existence.
She reached back, blindly pawing at my jeans. When she got a handful, she fumbled them down far enough to make her point.
"I don't have a condom," I said, hating myself more in that moment than ever before.
"Doesn't matter," she panted.
I blinked at that. I couldnothave heard her correctly. "Say that again?"
"I can't get pregnant right now," she said. "And I haven't been with?—"
"Fuck, princess, say less." I locked one arm around her waist, holding us steady as I gripped my cock. She was so fucking wet. And soft. Like nothing else in the world. Her head dropped back against my shoulder and her nails bit into my forearm. We groaned together at the unbelievable pressure.
I was barely inside her when the room filled with artificial light and my phone buzzed like a record scratch, Percy's photo flashing across the screen.
We stared at it as her fingers dug trenches in my forearm. I swallowed hard. My brain was buried an inch inside her and only the thinnest shred of my consciousness wanted to be someone's parent tonight. If he could just go to sleep without me this one time… "I'll talk to him later."
She sucked in a long breath that squeezed the almighty fuck out of my shaft. "Are you sure?"
The buzzing stopped but it started up again before I could promise that my son had the ability to wait thirty minutes. An hour if we wanted to be ambitious.
But— "You should take that."
Everything inside me ached and I bent, dropping my forehead to her shoulder because I knew this was over. For now. All I could say was, "Fuck."
A stifled laugh. "Yeah."
She wriggled away from me as best she could, considering I had her in a stranglehold and pinned to a dresser, saying, "Talk to him. It's okay. He needs you." Her head down and an arm over her chest, she darted toward the bathroom. "I'm just going to— I mean, my hair. It's all wet. I should— Yeah. That's what I'll be doing. In there."
The bathroom door closed behind her, leaving me standing there in the dark with my dick out and my head fucked fourteen different ways.
A full minute passed where I stared at that door, the phone vibrating and my body pulsing, and couldn't move. My first thought was to break down the door and finish what we'd started.
