Her voice is pure appreciation, her eyes follow up to mine, studying my reaction, and I know she’s about to make this even worse for me.

Her tongue finds me. I make a sound I’ve never heard before, something between a groan and a curse, my whole body jerking at the warmth of her mouth, the soft drag of her tongue, the way she doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t hold back, doesn’t give me even a second to brace myself. “Fuck—Haven—”

I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do. My hands are gripping the couch like I’m afraid to touch her, my breath coming out in harsh, broken gasps, my legs shaking under her weight. Where do I put my hands? Do I watch? Do I close my eyes? Do I fucking pray? What if I come too fast? What if I say something dumb? What if she stops?

Haven picks up on every single one of my hesitations. Her hand tightens around the base of me, her tongue licking over the tip, and then she hums. Low and deliberate, sending vibrations straight through my cock, straight into my spine, straight into the part of my brain that is actively melting down.

And then, voice soft, teasing, wrecking me even further, she pulls off just enough to say “You can touch me, you know.”

I suck in a sharp breath, my hands still clenched at my sides because I don’t trust myself. “You can make noises too, Carter.”

She drags her tongue along, slow, savoring, like she wants me to lose it, like she’s waiting for it. Then, just before she takes me back into her mouth, she adds, “In fact, I want you to.” That is the moment I completely fucking fall apart. I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t ready for the heat of her mouth, the slow, deliberate way she moves, the way she’s unraveling me one second at a time like she’s been waiting for this, like she already knows exactly how to destroy me.

And I definitely wasn’t ready for her to tell me, so fucking sweet, so devastatingly certain, that she wants to hear me.

I let out a whimper, my fingers twitching at my sides like I’m still debating if I’m allowed to touch her, like I still have even an ounce of control left. “Mm, f-f-uck, h-haven…”

She’s taking her time, dragging her tongue along, teasing, tormenting, using her mouth and her hands to make sure I feel every single thing that she’s doing to me. I do, fuck, I do. The tension in my spine pulls so tight I can barely breathe, my thighs trembling beneath her, my hands flexing like I’m fighting against something inevitable.