Page 85 of Yours, For Good

"Please, I beg you," he said. "Tell me I can taste you."

His eyes searched for my answer. As soon as I nodded, he dove to me. The long pass of his tongue up my slit savored me. Tremors darted up my spine and I buckled.

His hands grabbed my plush hips and pinned me in place as he laved me again. Sucked on my clit. Drank from the results.

One of my heels made it to his shoulder; he brought the other to rest over his back. His tongue delved into me, teasing me into oblivion. His nose prodded at my clit; avid hands ran up my thighs, gripping at my soft flesh in big, gluttonous handfuls at my hips and belly. The trek of his fingers up my body ended with him latching on my breasts, thumbs playing with my nipples. Caged in his arms, he kept me secured on the cushion as I lost sense of time and space. Waves crested through my body as I jerked with the sensations he pulled out of me.

His tongue flicked my clit, traced circles on it. He moaned, I whimpered. It spurred him on. I raked my fingers through his hair and pulled, commanding him to ravish me. He did. The peak built in my lower belly, in my thighs that squeezed him. He groaned against my sensitive flesh, working me until I forgot if I'd ever been consumed like this before in my life. I hadn't.

Sensations layered and I chased my orgasm with his tongue fucking me and his lips feasting on me. I became hyperaware— the exact shade of white on the ceiling, the baroque shape of the crown molding, the texture of the couch under my ass. I'd remember them forever.

A hiccuped sound left me. Our eyes locked. His slick mouth captured most of my pussy in a powerful kiss. Insatiable lust filled the bright color of his irises, and my body mirrored him and pushed me over the edge.

I came shaking in his arms, his mouth drawing more and more tremors and gasps out of me. We never stopped watching each other as I rode the intense waves. He kept licking and teasing and dragging the most out of my climax, until my flesh was too sensitive and I jerked away.

Attuned, he let me move back on the chair but followed me. He kissed my thigh, my lower belly, my still-clothed waist. He journeyed up my body again; I squirmed when his mouth closed around my nipple.

He rested half on top of me, and nuzzled against my neck as he caught his breath. His necklace pooled somewhere between us, and I resisted the urge to fish it up and inspect it close. I was in too much of a haze to see them properly, anyway.

A minute later, he spoke with groggy words. "What's the verdict?"

"Verdict?" The word didn't make sense in my addled brain.

"Do you feel breathless when we kiss?" His hand traveled down my body, exploring and learning it all over again. "Did I bring you back to your body? Would you want me to do it again?"

A chill went down my spine from the trails left by his fingertips.

"Yes." I kissed him and tried to push him to his back. I wanted my mouth on him, too.

He resisted and kept me in place. "Tell me if now you know it wasn't a fluke."

His earnest eyes broadcasted how important this was to him. Admitting how ruthlessly taken I was by his mouth, how my body and heart even now called for more… it brought me right back to the choice I wasn't ready to make.

"It wasn't a fluke," I said.

On the large reading chair, I stared at the ceiling and sighed. The pull between us was real, but what to make of it?

My breasts still half-spilled from my bra. My skirt remained scrunched up at my waist. Fully clothed, he placed a hand on my face and pulled me to him. Our eyes met. Like he knew the pain in my heart, he gave me a tender kiss, this time.

His lips curled into the trace of a smile. "If what we have is true, maybe you can give me enough time to prove we can have this and friendship and… love, perhaps."

Hope and longing shone in his eyes. It streamed straight into my heart, playing a movie for what could be between us. Except giving him time, maybe keeping him in my life, meant getting closer. It meant risking grief like I never wanted to feel again.

The weight of it all made it hard to breathe.

I put a tense smile on my face. "You're offering me more after gorging on me, not taking anything for yourself? Careful, or I'll think this is part of the deal."

"Maybe it is." He smiled.

"If we do this again, you can get pleasure out of it too. You don't need to make it all about me."

"Let me make it all about you. Who says I didn't get pleasure? Let me be desperate for you. I deserve to suffer."

I laughed and sat up, putting my bra and shirt back in order. I got up from the large, plush reading chair, found my underwear and shorts, and put them back on.

Javier sat at the edge of the chair watching me. "Nora, I'll wait another two months if you need them—"

"— It won't be two months—"