Page 107 of Slapshot Baby

"Yes. Please, yes."

His mouth closes over me.

The first stroke of his tongue parts my folds and drags flat and slow over my clit.

My entire body jolts. My hands fly to his hair, anchoring myself to something solid because the sensation is so intense I feel like I'm coming apart at the molecular level.

He groans against me. The vibration shoots through my core and my thighs clamp around his head.

"You're shaking," he says.

"Because you're destroying me."

"Good. I want to destroy you."

His tongue works me with a patience that borders on cruelty.

Long, slow strokes interspersed with tight circles on my clit that make me see stars.

His hands grip my thighs, holding them open, keeping me spread for his mouth when my body tries to close around the pleasure.

"Talk to me," I gasp. "Tell me what I taste like."

He lifts his head just enough to speak. His lips are glistening. "Like mine."

The possessiveness in those two words detonates something in my chest. A sob or a moan or both tangles in my throat.

His mouth returns, more insistent now. His tongue plunges inside me, fucking me with it, then drags back to my clit where he sucks the swollen bud between his lips.

"Kai..." My voice is unrecognizable. "I'm close. I'm so close."

"Not yet."

He slows down, pulling me back from the edge with long, lazy strokes that keep me suspended in agony. "I want you to feel this. I want you to remember that I chose you, Ava, because you're the only woman I want."

A tear slides from the corner of my eye into my hair.

Because this isn't just sex. Kai is answering everything I threw at him in the car with his mouth on the most intimate part of me.

"Let go," he whispers against my flesh. "I've got you."

His tongue moves faster. His lips seal around my clit and suck while the tip of his tongue flicks in a rhythm that matches my heartbeat.

The orgasm detonates.

My entire body seizes. My hips buck against his mouth and he holds me down, keeps his lips on me, rides it out while I shatter into sounds I've never made.

His name tears from my throat in a broken, desperate repetition that I'll be embarrassed about later but right now feels like the only honest thing I've ever said.

He stays until the tremors slow. Then he kisses his way back up my body. My stomach. My ribs. The valley between my breasts. My throat.

When his face appears above mine, his eyes are glassy. His breathing is destroyed. The evidence of my orgasm is still on his lips and chin.

"I need to be inside you," he says. "Now."

"Then take me."

He pushes in. One long, unbroken thrust that fills me so completely my vision whites out.