Page 63 of Center Sneak

“Tell me what you want.” I say with a husky tone.

“You.”

I get down on my knees in front of her and spread her open as she gasps.

“You want me like this?” I growl.

She nods feverishly.

I pepper kisses on the inside of her thigh as I work my way farther up. I take my time, but when I reach her mound, I blow gently, and she shivers.

Fuck.

I lean in and drop a kiss just above her clit. She shuts her eyes and grips the nearby pillow for support.

I drag my tongue lower until I find her sweet spot to lick and tease.

“Pleassee,” she begs.

I move my free hand up her soft skin until I cup her breast and graze her hard nipple with my thumb.

I swirl my tongue around her clit, creating a circular motion with my tongue.

She arches her back, and I pick up the pace, sucking and licking hard. I pinch her nipple and bite gently as she bucks her hips and loses control completely.

She is so fucking beautiful like this.

I am already mentally making plans for the next time, when her legs go lax beside me. I trail a few last kisses to her inner thigh, including a small scar, before I climb back onto the couch and sit beside her.

“Wow,” she surmises.

Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is a mess. I can still taste her on my tongue.

“I’ve never—”

“Yeah,” I say. I don’t know one-hundred percent what she was going to say, but I can only assume it’s that her idiot ex never had her like this.

His fucking loss.

“Do you want—”

“No.” I cut her off, and her eyes flash with hurt. “I’m okay,” I rush to say. “I swear.”

I press a kiss behind her ear, then murmur, “Stay the night with me?”

“Yes.” Her voice is just above a whisper, but I hear those sweet words, nonetheless.

* * *

I wake up to my phone blaring on my nightstand, just a few feet from my ear. I roll over and turn off the alarm. I glare at the time, five in the morning, wishing that I could stay curled up next to Lettie longer.

She mumbles something incoherent beside me, and her eyes slowly open. Her hair is in disarray, and there’s a frown glued‌ to her face. She looks so adorable (and grumpy) first thing in the morning, which puts a giant smile on my face.

“Hey,” I say in a soft voice.

“Mmmrh,” she returns.

I should probably wait until she’s more awake or maybe less cranky, but I can’t wait any longer.