Page 42 of No Save Point

Her lips curl, like she already knew that. “Then why stop?”

I suck in a breath, my pulse still pounding, my body still shaking from everything she just did to me. And then, before I can overthink it, before I can hesitate, before I can let any insecurity creep in, I say it. “Because I want to taste you.”

Haven stills. Her breath catches, her fingers flexing against my thigh, her entire body tensing like she wasn’t expecting that.

But I meant it. I need it. I want to feel her come apart for me. I want to hear the way she sounds when she’s lost in it. I want to know what she tastes like. I reach for her, pulling her closer, dragging my hands down her thighs, gripping them tight. “I’ve never done it before.”

Her lips part, her brows lifting just slightly, her breath unsteady now, like she’s the one who’s been thrown off balance. “But I need to.”

My voice is low, desperate, hungry. “Please, Haven. Let me.”

Haven doesn’t hesitate. She grabs my wrist, pulls me toward her, shifts so she’s lying back against the couch, and fuck, this is happening.

I’m about to do this. And I have no fucking clue what I’m doing. But she’s not letting me think about that. Her fingers thread into my hair, guiding me, tilting my chin, coaxing me down between her thighs, and I let her.

I follow. Because I meant it. I need to know what she tastes like, how she moves, how she falls apart beneath my mouth. So I listen. I let her show me.

She spreads her legs for me, pulling me in, guiding my lips to where she wants them, her breath already catching before I even touch her.

I start slow, hesitant, tracing my tongue over her, just a test, just a taste, just enough to feel the way she trembles beneath me.

Jesus Christ. She’s so soft, so wet, so fucking perfect on my tongue. “Fuck, you taste—God, you taste so good. I didn’t know…”

I didn’t know it could feel like this.

Like reverence. Like addiction. Like I’d stay down here forever if she let me. And I would.

When I groan against her, the sound vibrating against her skin, she makes a noise that shoots straight through my chest, down my spine, tightening everything inside me.

“Fuck, Carter… just like that.”

Her fingers tighten in my hair, tugging, pulling me closer, and I don’t stop, I don’t hesitate, I just keep going, keep learning her, keep testing, keep finding out exactly how to make her fall apart for me. “Tell me if I’m doing it right. Please. I want to make you feel everything.”

The words are a broken mess when they come out of me, full of too much emotion and not enough breath. But I mean them. I’d stay down here all night if it meant hearing another one of her gasps. I want to know her body the way she clearly already knows mine.

She moans—loud, her back arches, her thighs start to tremble, and it does something to me. Something unholy.

Fuck, I can’t get enough.

So I go deeper. Flattening my tongue against her, licking her slower now, dragging the pressure just right. Every time she gasps or squirms, I chase the sound like a reward.

She jerks beneath me, hips shifting, and I swear to god—my cock aches so hard it’s actually painful. My whole body is shaking from how badly I want her to come. Just from me. Just from my mouth.

And then she guides me further. “Use your fingers Carter.”

I groan at the sound of that, at the fucking way she says my name, at the way she sounds so completely ruined just from my mouth. But I listen. I slide my hand up, press my index finger against her, let them slip inside. “You’re so warm—fuck, Haven, you’re so wet.”

Haven moans, her head tipping back, her breath punching out of her lungs. I curl my finger inside her, stroking deep, dragging my tongue against her at the same time, learning how to match the rhythm, how to feel the way she clenches around me, how to keep her teetering right on the edge.

Her body is shaking, her thighs squeezing, her hands gripping my hair like she’s trying to ground herself, and I don’t stop. I can’t stop, I want her to break for me, need her to break for me. And as I listen to her sounds, as I learn the exact way she likes to be touched, I am so fucking lost in her. “I want to make you feel good. I want to get it right baby.”

I mean it with everything I have, this isn’t just about doing it right.

It’s about making her fall apart in my hands.

And I swear to god—I’ll spend the rest of my life learning how to do that.

Everything else, the room, the world, reality itself doesn’t exist anymore. It’s just Haven. The way she’s moaning for me, her body trembling, her fingers gripping my hair like she never wants me to stop, the way she’s falling apart against my tongue, the way she’s letting me learn her, ruin her, worship her.

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