Page 120 of Not Another Yesterday
“Sorry for coming in your mouth,” I say sheepishly. I should have pulled back, should have held on to a little self-control. Instead, I completely lost myself. I quickly grab a bottle of water from the fridge, handing it to her.
“Don’t be,” she says with a soft, satisfied smile, taking the water from me. “I wanted you to. I wanted to try this. And…” Her cheeks flush pink. “I liked it. Like, a lot.”
My eyebrows rise. I don’t have much personal experience in the unloading-in-her-mouth department, but the vast majority of stories I’ve heard have led me to believe most girls don’t particularly enjoy it.
“You have no idea how fucking hot that is,” I murmur, thinking of the way she looked up at me, her mouth full of me, eyes on fire. “I’ve never had an orgasm from oral sex before.”
Her eyes widen. “Wait… what do you mean?”
“I mean I’ve never come while getting head. No one’s ever taken me all the way like that.”
“Oh.” There's a flicker of guilt in her expression.
Cat came into our relationship with zero experience, and it’s been a hell of a journey—learning each other, figuring it out together. Oral sex has mostly gone one way, and I’ve never minded. Ilovegetting her off with my mouth—how she tastes, how she sounds, how she melts under my tongue. But she’s been hesitant to try it herself, always claiming she didn’t know what she was doing. Lately though, something’s shifted. She’s taken more initiative, gotten bolder. Like back in early January, when I woke up to her stroking me, slipping me inside her before I was even fully awake. Fuck, it was hot.
And then I broke it off. Biggest mistake of my life. One I will never make again.
“No one’s ever done that for you?” she asks, eyes soft.
I smile. “Nope.”
She hesitates. “What about Randi? You guys were together a while… She never…?”
I shake my head. “Not until I came. It was part of foreplay, never the endgame.”
Cat’s cheeks flush again, but her eyes are shining with pride. “So this was really a first?”
“Total first,” I say, smiling. “You gave me that.”
Her grin is so bright it lights up the whole damn kitchen.
“So… can I ask what brought this on?” I ask.
She takes a slow sip of water, then shrugs. “I’ve done a lot of soul-searching these past couple months. And I realized I’ve been ignoring my own needs—my ownwants—to keep other peoplecomfortable.”
Her words hit me right in the chest. My stomach twists. I never wanted her to feel like she had to sacrifice anything forme. The thought that I might’ve made her feel that way, even unintentionally, makes me sick.
She must see it in my face, because her hand comes up to gently touch the scar under my eye. “Never you, Ran,” she says softly. “By the time I met you, those patterns were already in place. But yeah… I’ve held back. With my thoughts. My feelings. What I wanted.”
I nod, drinking in her words like they’re oxygen, letting them sink into my bones. “Please don’t hold back,” I rasp, suddenly choked up. Post-orgasm crash, maybe. Or justher.
“I won’t,” she says. “You promised me you wouldn’t. So I won’t either.”
“Yeah. Deal.”
“Deal,” she echoes. “And as part of that: what just happened? That was something I’ve secretly wanted for a while. I wanted to make you come like that. I wanted to feel yougive into me, Ran. I love watching you lose control. You’re always so careful, so guarded, but when we have sex… you let go. I see it in your eyes, feel it in your body. The way you tense right before, the way yougiveyourself over? I love it. I loveyou,” she says, voice low and thick, pupils blown wide.
Her words send a pulse of heat straight through me. My cock stirs, already waking up again. Jesus. There’s no end to this.
“Are you sore?” I whisper, my gaze dropping to where her thighs disappear under that dress. We’ve been at it like animals, and the last thing I want is to push her past pleasure into pain.
“A little,” she whimpers. “But I want you.Now.”
That sounds like consent to me.
“You have me,” I say, my voice raw. “You’ve always had me.”
I scoop her up, hands under her ass, and carry her out of the kitchen and into the small bathroom off the mudroom. What I’m about to do to her can’t happen out here in the kitchen.
