The words are a broken mess when they come out of me, full of too much emotion and not enough breath. But I mean them. I’d stay down here all night if it meant hearing another one of her gasps. I want to know her body the way she clearly already knows mine.

She moans—loud, her back arches, her thighs start to tremble, and it does something to me. Something unholy.

Fuck, I can’t get enough.

So I go deeper. Flattening my tongue against her, licking her slower now, dragging the pressure just right. Every time she gasps or squirms, I chase the sound like a reward.

She jerks beneath me, hips shifting, and I swear to god—my cock aches so hard it’s actually painful. My whole body is shaking from how badly I want her to come. Just from me. Just from my mouth.

And then she guides me further. “Use your fingers Carter.”

I groan at the sound of that, at the fucking way she says my name, at the way she sounds so completely ruined just from my mouth. But I listen. I slide my hand up, press my index finger against her, let them slip inside. “You’re so warm—fuck, Haven, you’re so wet.”

Haven moans, her head tipping back, her breath punching out of her lungs. I curl my finger inside her, stroking deep, dragging my tongue against her at the same time, learning how to match the rhythm, how to feel the way she clenches around me, how to keep her teetering right on the edge.

Her body is shaking, her thighs squeezing, her hands gripping my hair like she’s trying to ground herself, and I don’t stop. I can’t stop, I want her to break for me, need her to break for me. And as I listen to her sounds, as I learn the exact way she likes to be touched, I am so fucking lost in her. “I want to make you feel good. I want to get it right baby.”

I mean it with everything I have, this isn’t just about doing it right.

It’s about making her fall apart in my hands.

And I swear to god—I’ll spend the rest of my life learning how to do that.

Everything else, the room, the world, reality itself doesn’t exist anymore. It’s just Haven. The way she’s moaning for me, her body trembling, her fingers gripping my hair like she never wants me to stop, the way she’s falling apart against my tongue, the way she’s letting me learn her, ruin her, worship her.

Right when I think I finally know what I’m doing, when I think I’ve got her exactly where she needs to be, right when I know she’s about to come— She says it. “Carter… fuck me.”