Page 37 of Sunny Undone

She does, opening her mouth and inviting me inside. My hands slide into her hair, my abs tense, and I bite back the urge to thrust into her mouth and force myself down the back of her throat. Deep throat on a cock my size is something you have to build up to.

But there’s a look in Della’s eyes that cuts me like a knife. There’s an uncertainty, like she’s asking me if she’s doing this right.

Little Miss I’m-smarter-than-everyone-else looks out of her depth, and the vulnerability is intoxicating.

I stroke her hair. “Love the feel of your mouth on me, Indy.”

The corners of her eyes lift as though she’s smiling. She takes me a little deeper, her tongue dragging along the underside of my cock as she does. Her lips are stretched wide. And I close my eyes, because if I watch her, I might come a lot quicker than I’m intending.

But it’s when she hums in satisfaction, the vibration running right through my balls, that I grip beneath her chin and slip from her hold. “It’s way too early for it to feel that good.”

“I’ll add that to my mental list of observations.”

She squeals when I pick her up and drop her onto the bed. “You’ll hurt your back doing that.”

“Pfft. You underestimate me, as usual, Indy.”

I crawl to her side, unable to keep my hands off her as I let her responses guide me. Little shivers here, gasps there. She moves instinctively with me.

And her mouth. God, I could just lie here and kiss it all fucking day.

Not that my cock would be all that happy about being made to wait.

I kiss my way down her body, sucking a nipple into my mouth before letting it go with a pop. The nipple is deep pink and puckered. I squeeze it between my fingers before sucking it back into my mouth. Della’s back arches beneath me as I do.

I repeat the action on the other breast, and Della’s hands sink into my hair, holding me there. Unable to resist, I bite her. Not so hard it hurts, but enough that a gasp escapes her and her hips try to lift off the bed.

Her legs part, allowing me to settle between her thick thighs, and I’m in heaven. I continue my lazy descent down her body. Sometimes, I simply lick her. I nibble at her hip bone, and she lets out a chuckle, raising her knee as she pushes my head south.

“You don’t have to, though,” she says, echoing my own words.

I lift my head so I can see her. “Remember when I said I don’t do anything I don’t want to? Well, I meant it. Any guy who won’t eat out your pussy is not worth the effort.”

“Wish my last boyfriend knew that,” she mutters.

“Give me his number, and I’ll send him a photo of me eating yours to show him what he’s missing.”

And while she’s gasping at my reply, I part her lips with my thumbs and lick her.

“Sunny,” she cries out, her fingers diving back into my hair to tug hard.

Her hips grind against my face, and I fucking love it. Going down on a woman is a full-contact sport. Like, if you’re using just the tip of your tongue in polite flicking motions over the clit, you’re losing at life. I’m all in. The full flat of my tongue laps at her. Licking from ass to clit.

Sucking and biting.

And Della tastes so good, I’m not sure I’m gonna want to stop.

Her hips roll again, and then, I feel the moment she forces herself back down to the bed. So, I grip her hips and encourage them to move with the way I’m devouring her.

There’s no rush. That’s what I want her to understand. There’s no performance here. It either feels good and we keep doing it, or we shift and try something different. But I don’t expect anything from Della beyond her honesty.

“Feel good?” I ask.

“Very,” she replies breathlessly.

The same goes for me. I’m not trying to show Della what I can do, not trying to impress her with some greatest-hits reel of every move that worked on another woman.

Because no matter how I frame this one-night stand in my own mind, she isn’t the same as any of the women I’ve fucked before.