“Have you ever heard of edging, Jamie?” She presses a kiss to the base of my cock that makes my stomach flex.

“N-no.”

Her breath is warm against me as she kisses my thighs and swirls her tongue closer, closer. “It’s when I get you really close to orgasm, then back off. And I do it over and over until you’re ionizing the air with swear words and begging to come.”

A flush creeps up my chest and neck. “That sounds . . . like torture.”

Bea laughs quietly. “Oh, it is. But it’s the best kind. The kind of torture that results in orgasms lasting so long they ruin you for everything else. You did it with me that time last night when you bent me over the bed and—”

Another groan rolls out of me. I know what she means now. Each time I felt her start to come, I was so greedy to make it last, I’d pull out and touch her, tease her clit, her breasts, kiss my way up her spine, before I drove back into her and got her close. I did it until she was cussing me out and I couldn’t take one more stroke inside her without detonating.

“Mm-hmm,” she says against my stomach, planting soft kisses, teasing me with tiny scrapes of her teeth. “So really, I owe you. Tell me, Jamie. Yes or no.”

“Yes,” I breathe.

She tastes me with her tongue, teases me with her hands. It’s the kind of torture I never dreamed I’d want. Time and again she works me up to the brink of release; long, hard sucks and pumps until I’m taut as a bow, sweat beading my body. I’ve lost track of how many times it’s been. I barely know where I am anymore or what day it is.

This time, if I don’t come, I’m going to lose it. Bea flicks the head of my cock with her tongue over and over. I groan and tangle my hands in her hair when she takes me all the way in her mouth, working me up to orgasm again.

I stare down at her as she kisses her way up my length and crawls higher, her sweet, beautiful body bared to me, and says, “I used to fantasize about you looking like this—disheveled and swearing and desperate. I made myself come over and over to this.”

“Oh fuck,” I hiss as she teases the tip of my cock with her body. I touch her, where she’s silken smooth and flushed, where I kissed and licked and learned her for hours last night. “You’re going to kill me.”