Page 133 of The Sweetest Return

“Fuck, Mani.”

I whimpered.

“You this wet from my voice?” His tongue moved again, slow and broad, gathering me like he meant to clean up every bit of what he had caused. “From thinking about what I was gon’ do to you when I finally got you alone?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

My body clenched at the praise, and he felt it.

He lifted his eyes to mine.

“Oh, you like that too.”

“Don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

Then he put his mouth back on me.

There was no easy way to survive Dre when he decided to take his time. He sucked my clit into his mouth, tongue moving around the ring, careful at first, then less careful when my hips started chasing him. One hand stayed spread over my stomach, thumb brushing the diamond at my navel every now and then like he wanted to touch every new part of me. The other gripped my thigh, opening me wider whenever my body tried to run from pleasure it had asked for.

The wet sounds embarrassed me for half a second.

Then they turned me on.

My pussy was loud for him. Slick and open and shameless beneath his mouth, giving him everything I had tried to pretend I still had control over.

Dre heard it too.

“Listen to that,” he said against me. “That’s you, Mani. Wet as hell and still trying to act like you shy.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.” His tongue circled the ring again, and my back arched. “But I’m gon’ talk you through it.”

My head fell back.

“That’s it. Let it feel good.” He slid two fingers inside me, and my body opened around them so easily his curse broke against my skin. “Damn, baby. Look how pretty you take me.”

“Damn, Dre.”

“I know.” His fingers curled, finding the place that made my thighs start shaking. “I know exactly where you need it.”

He did.

God help me, he did.

His mouth stayed on my clit, tongue working the ring with the same patience he used for everything else when it came to my body, while his fingers stroked inside me like he had eight years of hunger and one night to prove he still knew how to make me lose my mind.

“You close already?”

I shook my head because lying had become easier than surviving the truth.

Dre lifted his mouth.

His lips were wet.