Page 28 of Echo’s Secret

"Wesley, please—"

"Please what?" I kiss her inner thigh, dangerously close to where she wants me. "Tell me what you need."

"You. I need you."

Good enough.

I grip her thighs and spread them wider. She gasps, hands flying to my hair. I look up at her one more time, see the trust and want in her eyes, then lean forward and put my mouth on her.

She cries out, loud enough that anyone downstairs definitely heard. I don't give a fuck. Let them hear. Let everyone know she's mine.

I drag my tongue through her folds slowly. She's already wet, already ready for me, and I take my time anyway to relearn her taste and how good it feels on my tongue.

"Oh God," she gasps. Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling hard enough to sting. "Wesley—"

I seal my lips around her clit and suck it. She bucks against my mouth, a broken moan tearing from her throat. Her thighs try to close around my head, but I hold them open, keeping her spread for me.

I work her with my tongue: slow circles, gentle flicks, varying the pressure and speed based on the sounds she makes. When I find a rhythm that makes her cry out, I stay there. Keep doing exactly that.

"Please," she gasps. "Please, I need—"

I know what she needs.

I slide two fingers inside her while my tongue continues working her clit. She's tight, so fucking tight it takes a second for her body to adjust. Then she opens for me, wet and ready.

"Look at me," I tell her.

Her eyes flutter open. She looks down at me, and the vulnerability in her gaze nearly undoes me. This strong woman who's survived everything life threw at her, coming apart under my mouth. I hold her stare while I curl my fingers inside her and press harder with my tongue.

She breaks eye contact, head falling back against the wall with a thud. "Fuck—I can't—Wesley—"

"You can," I murmur against her. "Come for me, Hannah. Let go."

I pump my fingers steadily while my tongue maintains relentless pressure on her clit. Her thighs start shaking. Her breathing becomes ragged and desperate. Her whole body goes taut like a bow string pulled too tight.

"Wesley! I'm—oh God—"

"That's it. Give it to me."

I press harder with my fingers, curl them at just the right angle, and suck her clit at the same time.

She screams my name, back arching off the wall, thighs clamping around my head despite my grip on them. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, pulsing with each wave of pleasure.

I work her through it, gentling my touch as the waves start to subside but not stopping completely. Drawing out every last tremor. Every last aftershock.

When she finally goes limp, collapsing back against the wall, I press one last soft kiss to her inner thigh before sitting back on my heels.

She's fucking beautiful like this. Completely wrecked. Hair a mess. Skin flushed from her chest to her cheeks. Breathing like she just ran a marathon.

Mine.

I watch her chest heave as she tries to remember how to breathe. Watch the way the afternoon light catches on her skin, making her glow. Watch the exact moment awareness returns to her eyes and she looks at me.

"Holy shit," she whispers.

I can't help the smirk that crosses my face. "Yeah."

"I forgot—" She stops, shakes her head. "I forgot what it was like with you. How you make me feel."