Page 152 of Ex Somnis

There is not a single coherent thought left in my head.

I’ve been kissed before. I know what that is, but this is not the same category. My heart is doing something I’m going to have to think about later when I’m capable of thinking. Right now, I’m just here.

Just in this.

Just her.

She pulls back eventually, far enough to breathe, and looks at me. “Hi,” she whispers.

“Hi.” My voice sounds like it’s coming from somewhere outside my body.

She smiles, then she ducks her head and presses her lips to my collarbone. I feel it everywhere. Then she keeps going down my chest, my sternum, the center of my ribs.

I’m only in my boxers that are cosplaying a tent right now.

Shit.

“Lemon.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You said you wanted to sleep.”

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she presses another kiss against my skin, lower.

“You said…” I stop mid-sentence and mid-thought, because she does something with her mouth that erases the rest of it. “Sleep,” I manage to blurt out.

“I changed my mind.” She keeps going lower. “I think we could both use a distraction.”

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to have you naked and under my mouth in…” I try to do the math. The math is not accessible right now. “Very few seconds.”

She hums against my skin.

“Lemon.”

Her gaze comes up to mine. “Is that a no?”

“Never.”

She smiles as her hand slides down my stomach, teasing the waistband of my boxers before she cups me through the fabric. I’m already painfully hard, and the heat of her palm makes me groan and buck my hips.

“Fuck.”

She rubs me slowly over the thin cotton, feeling the length of me, squeezing gently. Then she leans down and presses an open-mouthed kiss right over the head, licking a warm stripe along the fabric. The wet heat of her tongue soaks through, and I buck up again without meaning to, almost whimpering.

Shit.

She hums, pleased, and does it again, licking, rubbing, and sucking lightly through the boxers until the front is dark with her saliva and my pre-cum, and clinging to me. Every drag of her tongue makes my hips twitch.

I’m leaking, and she can feel it, probably even taste it.

“Lemon, baby, if you keep doing that, I’m going to lose it.”

She nips my skin above the waistband, then looks up at me with those bright eyes, daring me. “Then lose it.”

In one smooth motion, I flip us over, rolling her onto her back. She lets out a surprised laugh that turns into a soft moan when I push the hem of my shirt she’s wearing up, finding black lace panties underneath.

Jesus.