Page 62 of Red Zone
I give the other breast the same attention, taking my time, watching her fall apart slowly. Her back arches, her thighs press together, and I trail my kisses lower.
“Carter…” she whispers, voice barely there.
I glance up. “Yeah?”
Her cheeks are pink. She bites her lip. “No one’s ever…kissed me down there before.”
I pause. Just for a second.
Looking her right in the eyes, I can’t stop the smirk that takes over my face. I move slowly and say, “You want me on my knees, baby?”
She swallows, eyes wide, giving me a subtle nod.
I slide down her body, trailing kisses over her ribs, her stomach, then lower still. I press my mouth to the soft skin inside her thigh, breathing her in. She smells like lavender and something sweet—something that’s only her.
Her breath hitches.
I nudge her knees wider and run my hands up the backs of her thighs, gripping gently. My thumbs brush over her hip bones. I kiss the inside of one thigh, then the other, slowly working her up.
She trembles, her hips shifting restlessly.
Finally, I press one slow, open-mouthed kiss right where she’s aching.
She moans, loud and unfiltered, fingers tangling in the sheets.
I drag my tongue over her clit—slow and deliberate.
I find a rhythm, alternating between soft sucks and gentle flicks, paying attention to every tiny reaction. Every gasp. Every roll of her hips.
One of her hands flies to my head, tugging at my hair.
Fuck, that turns me on even more.
Her thighs squeeze around me, and I grip her hips tighter, grounding her.
“You can let go,” I murmur against her. “I’ve got you.”
“I don’t want to suffocate you.”
I chuckle at that, causing her to gasp again, “Put that on my gravestone—went out doing what he loved most, eating your pussy.”
She whimpers, thighs trembling. “Oh, fuck. Please don’t stop.”
So, I don’t.
I slide one hand lower, slipping a finger inside as I keep my mouth on her clit, curling gently until I find that spot that makes her cry out. Then I do it again. And again.
Her body tightens. Her breath stutters. And when she finally comes apart, legs shaking, hips rising off the bed, my name on her lips like a confession?—
I know I’ll never be the same.
And I never want to stop being the one who gets to worship her like this.
She’s breathless, flushed, and practically melts into the mattress when I crawl back up beside her. Her hair’s a mess, cheeks pink, and her eyes are fluttering closed.
“Fuck,” she whispers, voice hoarse. “That was unreal.”
I grin, leaning on my elbow. “You good?”
