Page 116 of Red Zone
I flatten my tongue against her at first, slow and deliberate, savoring the heat and the taste of her.
Then I slide the tip of my tongue up to circle her clit, gentle at first, then firmer when she moans my name.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her, dragging my tongue in a figure-eight, alternating between flattening it and teasing her with just the tip, savoring every quiet gasp she gives me.
Her hands fist in my hair as I pick up the pace, adding the lightest suction around her clit while my tongue flicks faster, then slowing down just to make her whimper.
“You like that?” I rasp, pressing a kiss to her slick heat before diving back in.
“Y-yes—please—don’t stop?—”
I groan against her, adding two fingers and curling them just right, feeling her tense and then melt around me.
Her thighs threaten to close around my head, but I keep them spread, my tongue working her in quick, precise strokes now, flicking against her clit faster, harder, until her whole body arches and she cries out my name, riding out every part of her pleasure.
I don’t stop until she’s shaking, until her hips fall back to the sheets and she’s gasping, her chest heaving.
When I finally pull back, I press a kiss to her inner thigh and crawl over her, kissing her mouth softly, letting her taste herself on my lips.
Her hands tug at my hoodie, and I grin faintly as I strip it off, tossing it aside. I lean down and press my mouth to hers, slow and hungry, feeling her hands already working at the waistband of my sweats.
But when I push them down and settle over her again, her fingers still against my hip.
I pause, glancing down at her face.
Her cheeks are flushed, her chest still heaving, but her eyes meet mine—steady, even now.
“You…” she whispers, catching her breath. “You brought protection, right?”
It takes me half a second to catch her meaning—then my stomach tightens.
She’s trusting me with this. She wants this.
Wants me.
And I’d rather cut my own arm off than let her think I wouldn’t have been ready for her.
I duck my head, letting my lips brush hers as I murmur, “Yeah, I got you.”
She exhales a soft little laugh and loosens her grip on my hip, letting her hands drift up my chest again as I shift back, just enough to reach into my wallet on the nightstand.
You can’t blame a guy. I’d rather come prepared than not.
I tear the foil open with my teeth and roll it on, my eyes locked on her the whole time.
Her gaze flicks down, her lips parting slightly, and the way she watches me almost undoes me right on the spot.
When I’m back between her thighs, she tilts her hips up instinctively, bringing my hard dick in line with her center, her legs wrapping around my waist as my hands frame her face.
“You okay?” I murmur, my voice low and rough, but gentle.
She nods without hesitation, her fingers curling around the back of my neck as she whispers,
“Yes. Please.”
I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in for one last moment before I finally push into her, slow and deliberate.
She gasps softly, her nails dragging over my shoulders, and I groan her name against her skin as her warmth surrounds me.
