Page 81 of The Sweetest Return

Her fingers twisted in the comforter.

“You okay?”

“Yes.”

I moved higher, kissing her thigh until her breathing changed. The lace between her legs was soaked now, and when I pressed my mouth over it, her whole body jerked.

“Oh.”

I looked up. “Too much?”

“No.”

“Then open for me.”

Her thighs parted slowly.

I kissed her through the panties again, and this time she moaned. Soft. Surprised. Pretty enough to make my dick harden so fast I had to remind myself this wasn’t about rushing. I dragged the lace to one side and touched her with my fingers first, parting her carefully, learning how swollen she was, how slick, how much she needed and still didn’t know how to ask for.

Her clit was plump beneath my thumb, sensitive enough that the first slow circle made her grab my shoulder.

“Dre.”

I kissed her inner thigh. “I got you.”

Her body trembled under my hands, so I kept my touch patient. Slow circles. Light pressure, then more when her hips asked for it. I watched her stomach pull in, watched her nipples tighten beneath her bra, watched her mouth part like she wanted to say something but didn’t have enough breath to find the words.

I reached behind her and unclasped the bra.

She looked down as it loosened. “You’ve done that before.”

“Don’t start asking questions you know the answer to.”

Her laugh shook as I slid the straps down her arms.

Then I saw all of her.

Soft brown skin. Full, pretty breasts. Nipples tight from nerves and wanting. The rise and fall of her chest. The little line between her brows because even turned on, Imani was still thinking.

I leaned up and kissed her mouth. “You beautiful.”

Her eyes softened.

Then my mouth went to her breast.

The sound she made almost ended me.

I took my time there too, sucking one nipple until it was hard and wet from my mouth, then giving the other the same attention while my fingers kept moving between her legs. Her hips lifted against my hand. Her breath broke into little pieces. She said my name like she was asking a question and answering it at the same time.

When I slid one finger inside her, her thighs tightened around my wrist.

I stopped immediately.

“Too much?”

She shook her head.

“Don’t shake your head at me. Tell me.”