Page 129 of The Grumpy Defenseman
She looked up at me before her mouth touched me.
“Evan.”
“Yes.”
“I want you to watch.”
That was the part she could not have known she was asking for. Or maybe she did. Maybe she had photographed me long enough to know exactly which part of me had spent years refusing to be looked at.
I watched.
She wrapped her hand around the base of me and ran her tongue up the underside in one slow line. The sound that came out of me was not a sound I had madebefore. She took me in her mouth, slow, watching my face the whole time, and I understood for the first time in my life that being looked at and being seen were not the same thing.
I made it about ninety seconds before I had to stop her.
“Sam — wait —”
She lifted her head.
“You’re going to make me —”
“That was the plan.”
“Not yet.”
Her smile that time was something I had never seen on her face before. Pleased, patient — a woman who had just discovered exactly how much power she had over me and intended to use it carefully.
“Okay,” she said. “Not yet.”
She crawled up onto the bed. I followed her down to the pillows.
I unhooked her bra with one hand and worked her underwear off with the other, slow, because I wanted to feel her skin every inch she gave me. Her nipples were tightwhen I lowered my mouth to one of them. She arched up under me on a soft sound.
“Evan — fuck —”
I worked her with my mouth until her hand fisted in my hair and her hips lifted off the bed. Then I moved down.
She tried to pull me back up.
“You first.”
“You first,” I said. “Then I’ll stop being responsible.”
I settled between her thighs and pressed a kiss to the inside of one of them. She was already wet. I could feel it on my mouth before I tasted her, and the sound she made when I did was going to live inside me.
I learned her by sound. The hitch when my tongue touched her clit. The “Evan, please” that broke out of her when I worked two fingers inside her and curled them up.
I kept her there for a long time.
When she came, it was with one hand fisted in my hair and the other flat against the wall behind her head, like she had decided to brace for it. Herwhole body shook. I stayed where I was through the last of it, and when I finally moved up her body, she was crying a little.
“Sam —”
“Don’t stop.”
“Are you —”
“I’m fine. Keep going.”
