Page 69 of Long Story Short

“Come for me,” I manage to get out, realizing my own words come out somewhere between a command and a plea. “Let me feel it.”

Her fingers tighten around the strands of my hair, her fingernails biting into my scalp. Her back arches, and she circles her hips as she chases her release.

She’s not holding back anymore. She’s letting herself fully lose control, and I’m so fucking ready to watch it happen—to see those walls come down as she experiences what a real orgasm feels like.

I’m so honored to be the one to make it happen.

I spread her thighs even wider as I suck her clit into my mouth—hard. I coax a second finger inside her and hook them, desperate to make her finally fall apart and let go for me.

My cock aches in my pants, but I ignore it. This moment isn’t about me—it’s about her. I’m so turned on at the prospect of making her come that there’s a good chance I could come without her even touching me.

My breathing gets heavier, right along with hers, as I pay close attention to her every move, every sound, everything, so I know just what drives her wild.

“Look at me,” I demand again, this time more desperate. I don’t know why, but I need her to look at me when she comes.

Her gaze meets mine, and I can’t help but think how beautiful she is. Her blonde hair falls around her shoulders and fans across the counter, a few stray pieces falling into her face. Her cheeks are flushed from desire, and even in the dimness of the kitchen, I can see that her lips are still pink from where I kissed them.

Her lids are heavy, but she watches me carefully. She tries to clench her thighs, but I don’t let her. I know she’s close—her pussy squeezes my fingers eagerly—and I don’t want to stop until I finally get her over that edge.

“I’m coming…” she begins with a moan. She squirms as I continue to suck her clit and move my fingers inside her. “I’m going to—” Her words fall off as she lets out another loud moan, the sound so sexy my cock throbs at the sound of it.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I say before pulling her clit into my mouth again.

Her hips buck hard, and a beautiful sound of pleasure rips from her when the orgasm finally takes over.

I don’t look away as her gaze stays locked on mine while she comes.

I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. I lick and suck and don’t stop until I feel like I’ve dragged every moment of the orgasm out for her, desperate to put my money where my mouth is and show her what she’s been missing.

Selfishly, I want to give her the best orgasm she’s ever had, but I don’t say that part out loud. Not yet. But one day, I hope to tell her how even now, early on, how desperately I want to ruin her for anyone else the way I’m already fairly confident she’s ruined me.

My mouth doesn’t leave her as I make sure she rides out every single second of the orgasm.

She doesn’t let go of me right away. Her eyelids flutter shut as her fingers stay tangled in my hair, her breathing still uneven, as she comes back down.

Neither one of us moves for a moment as I give her time to gather herself. I’ll give her all the time in the world—seeing her like this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced. I could become addicted to it. Right now, there are no walls between us. She isn’t keeping me at arm’s length. She’s fully let me in—at least for the moment—and I want to savor every second of it.

When it’s clear the orgasm is done, I move my mouth and fingers from her. The hand still pressed to her thigh stays where it is. I keep it there as I let my thumb brush circles on her inner thigh, a reminder I’m still here.

Slowly, I pepper kisses up the top of her legs. I continue to do so until my face hovers over hers.

“Hi,” I murmur, voice soft.

Josie smiles, and something in my chest tightens at the sight. “Hi,” she whispers.

I rest my forehead against hers, soaking in the moment. For a moment, we both regain our breathing, and I revel in the tenderness of the aftermath of her orgasm. Her walls don’t come back up—at least not yet—and she makes no move to push me away or anything like that.

I let out a slow breath, trying to ignore the way my cock still aches in my pants. I’m desperate for her, but I already took this further this evening than I was expecting to. I showed her more—gave her what she asked for—anything else can wait until another night.

My hand slides up her side slowly, as if I have all the time in the world. “Come here,” I rasp. I shift my stance before placing my hands on her hips. I’m careful as I guide her off the counter.

Even when her feet hit the floor once again, I don’t let go. I don’t want to.

She sways on her feet, her body falling against mine. She’s warm, and without thinking better of it, I pull her closer to me. I wrap one arm around her back, and then the other, holding her there.

Her body melts into mine, and I let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling of being able to hold her just like this.

I don’t know how long we stand like that, but after a few moments, I rest my chin on the top of her head as a grin takes form on my lips. “Who knew the best meal I’d have in this kitchen would be you.”