what’s simmering, all the next steps and possibilities we can’t have.
The only thing we can have is the now.
And in the now, I want contact. I want it desperately, and I need the sex to drown out the refrain in my head.
You are so much more.
Except the volume knob is broken, and those words can’t be turned down, even as I take his hand, lead him to my bedroom, and strip him naked.
But I try hard.
I try so damn hard to just zoom in on the sex.
I pin him to the bed, my hands on his shoulders, our bodies aligned. “Do you realize I haven’t had you in my mouth nearly enough times?”
“Are you worried you’ll forget what I taste like?”
“So damn worried.”
His eyes glint with dirty deeds. “That’d be such a shame.”
I grind against him. I’m still in my clothes, and for some reason, I like this inequity. It gives me a chance to be fully in charge of his pleasure.
His eyes squeeze shut, and his lips part on a heavy breath. “You should fix that now.”
“I should. And I will. But I’m giving you fair warning about something.”
“What’s that?”
I lean in even closer, bringing my mouth to his ear. “I’m going to tease the fuck out of you.”
Fitz groans. “I’d expect nothing less.”
I slide down his body slowly, taking my time and kissing him as I go. A brush of my lips on his shoulder. A kiss on his throat that makes him groan. A flick of my tongue across his pecs. A bite of his right nipple, then the left, then a lick across the words No Regrets.
“I think I’ll trace this letter by letter,” I say.
“Please do.”
My tongue coasts across the ink, then down to his abs, where I savor the landscape of his body, the grooves between all those hard muscles, licking and kissing and wanting never to stop.
“You’re killing me, babe. What are you doing to me?” he rasps.
It’s a valid question. And I answer it in my head. Imprinting you on my mind so I don’t forget.
As my lips glide across his flesh, I say, “Just making sure you don’t forget me.”
“As if I could.”
I reach the V of his abs, and he’s already rocking his hips, seeking me out, begging for my attention.
My head goes hazy with his longing, and my own too, as I move closer and closer to where I want to be.
When my mouth reaches his shaft, he’s pulsing, and there’s a bead of liquid at the tip, just waiting for me.
I lick it off.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hands shooting to my head, curling around me like a vise.
I can tell he wants me to take care of him straightaway, to get him there fast, but I know, too, how much better it’ll be if I drive him crazy, so I reach up to loosen his hands.
“Just let me,” I say quietly. “Let me do this slow. Let me enjoy every second of having you in my mouth.”
He huffs, but then relinquishes his grip, hands going slack but still holding my head. “Okay. Do your thing to me, babe.”
I look up at him. His eyes are hooded, desperate. “I will.”
And I return to kissing his shaft. No. I’m adoring it. I lick him like he’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, because he is.
With a hand wrapped around the base, I travel down to his balls, sucking until he’s writhing against me.
When I have Fitz panting and wild, I move back to his cock, flick my tongue over the head, and take him all the way to the back of my throat.
“Yesssss,” he groans, and it lasts forever, the sound of his relief becoming the sound of his wicked pleasure as I draw him in deep. “God, your mouth. Your perfect fucking mouth.”
His words are going to be the death of me. A sultry, mind-bending death. I spread my hands across his thighs, pressing and squeezing his legs as I suck.
“You are so fucking good,” he rasps out as he thrusts into my mouth. Lust rockets across my skin from tasting him.
This time when his fingers curl around my head, I let him grip me in place. He holds my head tight as I lavish attention up and down his cock, flicking my tongue as I go and sucking him hard, the way he likes it, the way I like it when he does it to me. I want him to feel extraordinary pleasure, to go back to