Page 104 of Why Not Now?

He kisses me again, guiding me toward his bed where he sits me down and draws my bra straps off my shoulders, trailing his fingers along my arms, making my skin tingle. He stops at my hands, where he rubs his thumb over my left ring finger.

“Are your hands shaking?” I ask.

“Thanks for calling me out,” he says with a rueful smile.

“Are you nervous?”

He shakes his head. “I guess, when we broke up originally, I never let myself believe we could get back here. I love you, Ava. I’ve always loved you. And now you’re in front of me, and you look fucking gorgeous.” He lifts my hand, kissing the spot behind the ring. “You’re wearing my ring. I just… I’m having trouble believing how lucky I am.”

While one hand continues to hold mine, his other cups my face, his fingers tangling in my hair. He pulls me closer, kissing me gently, making me feel absolutely precious.

He removes my bra and presses me back onto the bed, pulling my leggings off as he moves away.

When he returns, he goes straight to my pussy, giving me a long, slow lick from my core to my clit that has me arching off the bed.

“Fuck,” I gasp as my pussy clenches with need.

Then he stops, folding his arms over my pelvis, propping his chin on his hands. I whimper and he chuckles, placing a soft kiss on my belly.

“I have a question,” he says.

I whimper again as my pussy throbs beneath him.

“The first time we were together, you said you haven’t used swear words since you got custody of Lacey. But you’ve been swearing more while in bed with me. So, is that because I’m so good?”

I glare at him. “You paused oral for an ego boost?”

“A man likes to know if he’s doing a good job.”

He dips his head to lick me again and I moan at the contact, but it’s just one lick before he looks back up, his eyebrows raised in question.

“Yes. Yes, you’re that good. Now get back to work.”

He laughs again. “Miss bossy.”

But he doesn’t say anything else, bending to his task. His tongue is magic. My hands reach into his hair, holding him in place as he licks me again and again, long sure strokes. Every time he passes over my clit, I ratchet a little higher, but he doesn’t remain there, continuing a slow, easy assault, making me pant and squirm to try to get closer to his mouth.

I moan as two fingers slide inside me, slipping in with ease. He begins to focus on that bundle of nerves, swirling his tongue around it once, twice, before sucking it between his lips.

I cry out as the orgasm crashes over me, clapping my hand over my mouth to muffle the sound, straining toward him as his fingers pulse in and out of me while my pussy clenches around them.

He pulls away, standing to remove his pants. He’s hard and glorious. This man should never wear clothes. My pussy trembles as I remember how that cock feels inside me. The orgasm was amazing, but Ineedmore. I needhim.

It’s a thought that should scare me, thatwouldhave scared me a few weeks ago. But as I watch him open his bedside drawer, I know I don’t have to be afraid.

“Derek?” I say, and he turns to me, condom in hand, but I hesitate.

“Just ask, sweetheart. Whatever it is, I’m going to do it, anyway.”

“I want you,” I say.

He laughs. “That’s good. You’re about to have me.”

I shake my head. “I want just you.”

Usually, I can ask for whatever I want in bed; I’m not shy. But this is something I’ve never asked for before, and I don’t know how he feels about it.

He closes his eyes and takes a long, deep breath.

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