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The reflex passes, which makes the corners of her lips turn up as she pulls back slow. All the way to the tip. Her tongue swirls around it once, and then she sinks back down.

My hips move.

I don't mean for 'em to. They just roll forward of their own accord. I need more of her. She opens for it. Moanin' around my shaft as I hit the back of her throat again.

This time, there's no gag. She does it perfect. Holdin' me there inside her for several long seconds before she pulls back slow and begins again.

I ache to fuck her face. But I don't. I won't. Not until she's ready. And she don't seem ready. So I let her torture me like this.

Words come spillin' out of my mouth.

"You know what you do to me?" It’s not really a question. It's just the first thing that falls out when I stop tryin' to hold myself together. "You know what it does to a man, havin' the only woman he ever loved on her knees for him in the steam, and the hot water, and the—fuck⁠—"

She swallows around me and I lose the sentence entirely.

Find it again.

"I got demons, Savannah Rose. You know that. You've always known that. And every single one of 'em has been at war with every angel I ever had in me, and it's been goin' on so long I forgot what quiet felt like." My hand tightens in her hair, gentle, just holdin'. "And then your mouth. And then this. And everything goes still."

She pulls back slow and sinks down again and the sound that comes out of me is low and ruined.

"Your tight wet pussy got me first. The first time I ever tasted you I understood what it meant when men say they'd die for somethin'. Understood it in my bones. But this⁠—"

My hips roll forward of their own accord and she takes it, takes all of it, and my jaw locks for a moment before I can get words out again.

"This is the angels winnin', baby. This right here. This is what heaven must feel like to a man who was never gonna be let in through the front door."

Her tongue drags up the underside of my shaft on the pull-back and I nearly fuckin' fall over.

"You here, on your knees, lookin' up at me with my cock in your mouth—that, baby. That's the kind of thing that'll kill a man and bring 'em back in the same fuckin' moment. You take my cock like you own it, like it only ever belonged to you, like there was never a version of this world where it wasn't⁠—"

She does that thing with her throat again. Holds me there. And I'm gone.

"I love you." It comes out cracked down the middle. "I fuckin' love you, Savannah, and I'm gonna love you when I'm in the ground⁠—"

She moans around me.

That's all it takes.

My grip tightens in her hair and I feel the explosion building from the base of my spine, rollin' forward like a wave I been holdin' back for too long, and my voice drops to almost nothin'.

"I'm gonna come on that pretty face, baby. I need you to—I need⁠—"

She pulls back to the tip and looks up at me, her lips doin' little pucker-kissy things. Teasin' me. Almost darin' me⁠—

And I come apart.

My cock pulses in her hand as she strokes me through it, her face tipped up, her eyes open. Rope after rope of come striping across her cheek, her lips, her chin, her throat. My whole body shudders with each pulse, one hand braced against the tile, the other still loose in her hair, and the sound that comes out of me isn't anythin' close to language anymore.

Savannah.

She tilts her face into the rainfall shower, eyes closed, and let’s it wash away my come. I help her up and kiss her mouth.

I kiss her like I'm apologizin' for every version of myself that wasn't ready for her yet.

Both of my hands come up to her face and I tilt her jaw, angling it just right—and then I just take her mouth. Slow first, then hard as fuck. Her lips part on a sound that doesn't make it all the way out, and I swallow what's left of it.

My hands don't stay on her face long.