Page 155 of Before You Fell

I press my nose against her and breathe her in, like a man who has been starved for so long and needs a second before he destroys himself on the first real thing he’s been handed. Warm and sweet and so fucking her that it does something to my chest I am not going to examine right now.

“You smell so fucking good.” I drag my lips against her pussy once more. “Going to taste even better.”

I slide her underwear the rest of the way down her legs. Taking my time. Feeling them drag over her thighs, her knees, her ankles.

I toss them onto the floor and I push her thighs apart with both my hands.

I look at her and really fucking observe. Bare, wet, and perfect. Her pussy is slick and swollen and so obviously ready for me that my mouth actually waters.

My cock is so hard it hurts, straining against my sweatpants like it has opinions about the distance between us and every single one of them is valid.

I want to fuck her so badly that my hands are shaking against her thighs.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

My mouth brushes the inside of her knee. I drag my lips along the soft skin of her inner thigh, taking my fucking time so she’s out of her mind before I give her what she wants.

I direct my eyes toward her.

Her face is flushed. Her mouth is open. One hand is white-knuckling the sheet while the other is buried in my hair like she grabbed me before she could stop herself. Her tits are rising and falling with every ragged breath and her pussy is right there waiting. Every animal part of me wants to just bury my face in her and not come up for air.

I don’t. At least not yet.

“That’s it,” I murmur against her thigh. “Hold on to me.”

Her fingers tighten in my hair, hard enough to sting.

My cock throbs in response.

My eyes drop between her thighs and she is even wetter than before.

“Fuck,” I say, not even trying to hide the effect she has on me. “Look at you.”

She lets out a small, broken sound and tries to turn her face away.

I nip the inside of her thigh. Sharp enough to make her gasp.

“Don’t hide from me.”

“I’m not.”

“Liar.” I kiss closer, letting my breath ghost over where she is already soaked, causing her thighs to tremble on either side of my face. “You have been hiding from me since you were old enough to understand what I made you feel.”

Her whole body shudders.

I smile against her skin because I’m still me and making Willow shake has always been the only religion that made sense to my fucked-up soul.

“Cocky bastard,” she whispers.

“Yeah.” I lick once through her folds, and her hips jerk clean off the bed. Her flavor hits my tongue and my eyes damn near roll back. “But you’re wet for the cocky bastard.”

Her moan hits me like a drug, better than any pill I have ever swallowed.

I grip her hips, holding her still.

She squirms against my hands and I tighten my grip because I know what she wants. Fuck, I want it too. My mouth is right there and every part of me—cock included—wants to give it to her fast and dirty and right now.

But instead, I kiss her clit. It’s soft and tender. Just my lips closing around her. She pulses there, hot and frantic, against my mouth. Her whole body is wound so tight and trembling. Her whole body jolts.