Page 54 of Afterglow
“Been dreaming about this for years, Bea.”
I twist and clench through a string of pitchy moans, fisting the sheets as he laps and laps and laps. My head whips forwardto see his brows pinched together in a desperate expression. “Dreaming about how you’d taste, how you’d feel wetting my tongue.” Another slow lash sweeps up my soaked cunt. “God, you’re so soft. Smooth. Like silk.” He groans and sucks my clit, deliciously rough. It catches me off guard. I hurtle through a blistering high, trembling in the aftermath as he cleans me with that wicked tongue. Weightless and dizzy, Fletcher sends my heart into a tailspin when I catch him licking my cum from his engorged lips, his beard streaked with my sticky release. He comes up for a searing kiss, coating my mouth with the sweet and slightly tart taste of myself.
It’s too much, and the room darkens. Fletcher shushes my protest and envelopes me in a familiar warmth and the steady drumming of his heartbeat.
The next morning, I wake to a series of texts.
Dreamboat
Hope you got some well-deserved rest, gorgeous
Dreamboat
Had to go to the gym early today, but I’ll be back soon to go down on you again
Dreamboat
I need you to drown me this time
Fucking hell.
This is how I die, isn’t it? I can see it now.
Behraz Irani, 27. Cause of death: spectacular cunnilingus.
Chapter 21
We’re in Trouble Now
Fletcher
Behraz Irani fucking owns me.
Plus, I licked her cunt and got her to squirt in my mouth, so she’s mine. She was a fantasy before. Now she’s my reality. In a matter of weeks, she’s become my everything. My roommate, my best friend.
Why didn’t anyone tell me love and sex were gonna be like this? That this level of emotional intimacy was possible, and so quickly? Fuck, she makes me feel insane. Like a sex god…that hasn’t had sex yet.
I don’t even mind, honestly. Our daily routine got an upgrade. I still drive her to work, hit the gym, then shower, and come back to pick her up. Still take her to therapy. But the other days we return home, make lunch, then I read to her, or read on my own if she wants to study on her own. We make out, I eat her perfect pussy until we both come, and then we snuggle, clean up, and go to sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat until the weekend, when we choose a date idea and go on an adventure or play strip poker and eat food off each other.
If only that were enough. She deserves to know how I feel. She deserves all of me, even if it’s not good enough. I slap myself during a pep talk in the washroom mirror, then point at my reflection. “Lock it in, Donovan. Channel Savage Garden and tell that woman you’re truly, madly, deeply in love with her already.”
And today’s a good day to do so. To celebrate her finishing the prep manual material and finally getting her exam accommodations approved, I’m taking her to an ice rink.
“Ice skating?” she asked, reading the wooden stick plucked from the idea jar.
“Too lame?”
“Not at all, I haven’t been in…” Behraz paused and searched the air, calculating.
“Then we’re definitely going.”
“I’ll be out in a minute,” she calls through the slightly ajar bedroom door. “You know, when I was younger, I wasobsessedwith ice skating. I took a few classes and thought I could be the next Michelle Kwan or Tara Lipinski. But my two left feet said, ‘nope!’”
She struts out in one of her flower-patterned dresses. This green one is as wicked as the others. I swear she has one in every color and wears them just to torment me. She throws open the panels of a pastel yellow cardigan, running a finger down the few white buttons highlighting her full chest. Bea twists, showing off how the fluttery hem ends at the top of her thighs.
“What do you think?” She snaps a stretchy, nude fabric from her leg and wiggles her sock-covered toes. “Fleece-lined tights and thick wool socks so I don’t get cold.”
My last working brain cell explodes, draining its blood into my face and straight down to my dick.
