His fingers tugged at the edges of my underwear, dragging them down my legs, one excruciating inch at a time.

“You don’t have to—” The words were lost in a gasp. His knuckles rubbed down the length of my thighs and over my calves.

“I want to, Bay. I need to.” His fingers sunk into my thighs, pulling them apart. He was applying enough pressure to move them, but gently enough that I could stop him at any time. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to keep going.

He flung my legs over his shoulders, bringing his mouth inches away from the apex of my thighs. The pulsing throb of desire thundered in my veins, centered around the part of my anatomy he was about to become intimately introduced to.

“Are you sure?” His hands ran up and down the outsides of my thighs, both soothing and adding fuel to the insatiable fire building inside me.

“Yes.”

He grinned. It was the lemonade grin, the one that threatened my ability to breathe. This time, though, these were lips I’d tasted. These were lips that were about to taste me. Taking his time, he parted my folds and lowered his head, keeping his eyes on me. Was he trying to keep me in a trance, or ensure I was one hundred percent on board with this? Either way, I needed him to stop the achy feeling shoving me toward the edge of the shoestring control I’d been able to maintain.

My fingers tightened around the comforter beneath me and I gasped.

He painted my pussy with his tongue. Rhythmic, perfectly-placed licks sent my back arching off the bed.

His lips wrapped around my clit and my hands shot to his hair. The sensations were overwhelming—too much, but not enough. My body was on fire—crazy, rushing-through-my-veins fire, all-consuming and unquenchable.

He hummed. The fucker hummed with my clit between his lips, sucking, and I shot up, screaming his name and feeling like I was seconds away from dying, the pleasure was so exquisite. Razor-sharp bliss. I couldn’t stop shaking.

Collapsing onto the bed, I was deaf to everything, but I could feel each breath, each scrape of his body against mine, and my heart trying to escape my chest.

He ran his fingers along my hairline and stared in my fluttering eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Is that going to be the new question of the night?” I chuckled.

Concern creased his brow. “I don’t want to do anything to hurt you, Bay.”

His words sorbered me a little from my orgasmic high. “You’re hurting me by not trusting me. I’m telling you, I’m good. I want this. I want you. I love you.”

His hold on my cheeks tightened and his eyes glistened. “Sometimes I feel like no one would ever love me for who I really am.”

“I see you, Dare. I love you and I want tonight is special just because you’re here with me.”

I reached down between us into his open jeans and wrapped my fingers around the appendage that told me everything I needed to know about how much he wanted me too.