Page 22 of Pills and Potions: Kase
“Kase…” I breathed.
He leaned down, forehead resting against mine. “You different. I don’t usually care—not like this. But with you, I’m scared I’m about to ruin somethin’ soft… and I ain’t never been careful before.”
I looked up at him, voice soft and unsure. “If I give you permission and let you taste me, will you feel bad after?”
His eyes stayed locked on mine, something wild and tender swimming in them. Then he shook his head. “Nah,” he said, voice low and rough. “The only way I could ever do that is ifyouwant it. I ain’t built to take. But if you give it to me? Willingly?” He leaned in, lips brushing my cheek, heat dancing between us. “Then I’ma treat it like a prayer and baby, I don’t play when I worship.”
My breath caught, and I nodded, just once. That was all it took.
He slid down my body like a man starving, pulling my skirt higher, pressing a kiss to my thigh so gentle it made my whole body shiver. He looked up at me one last time, checking, always checking.
“You sure?” he whispered, lips hovering near the spot that ached for him.
“Yes,” I whispered, heart pounding. “I wantyou.”
What came next wasn’t rough. It wasn’t fast. It was a lesson in patience, in pleasure, in care. Even with the way his mouth moved, slow, skilled, devastating, it was the way he held me that made it unforgettable. Because for the first time, I wasn’t just being touched.
I was beingseen. He got on his knees, hands steady but reverent, like he knew what this meant, like he wasn’t justabout to touch my body, but take a piece of it with him. He slid my panties down slow, eyes never leaving mine. And when he spread me open, I trembled. I was a virgin, and yeah, I was scared. But I wantedhimto explore. I wanted to be seen, touched, wanted byhim.
He leaned in, breath warm against my skin, then gently ran his thumb over my clit, slow, soft, like he was trying to memorize every reaction. I gasped, hips twitching. And just when I thought that was it, he slipped one thick finger inside me, slow and patient, giving me time to adjust. My body arched clean off the recliner, a quiet moan slipping out before I could stop it.
“Damn…” he breathed, voice raspy. “You like that?”
I nodded, lips parted, too stunned to speak.
He paused, just for a beat, then looked up at me, his voice lower, deeper, but shakier than before.
“I ain’t never touched nobody like this before,” he admitted, the truth dragging out of him. “I done had a lotta women… but I ain’t nevercaredhow they felt. Ain’t never slowed down. Ain’t never… gave a fuck like this.”
He kissed my thigh, then rested his forehead there for a second, like he needed a breath.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he muttered. “But with you? I’m tryna be careful. I’m tryna be better. And I don’t even knowhowto be that man, but I want to.”
He leaned up and kissed me, soft at first, like he was easing me into it. But that kiss turned deep fast, full of everything he couldn’t say. His hand slid between my thighs again, but this time, he didn’t hesitate. He broke the kiss, eyes dropping to my lips, then trailing lower.
“I need to taste you now,” he whispered, like it wasn’t even up for debate. Like it was something hehadto do to breathe right.
Then he sank back down, spreading me with one hand while the other gripped my thigh. When his mouth touched me,reallytouched me, it was like the whole world blinked out. His tongue was warm, slow, devastating. He didn’t rush. Helearnedme, licked like he was tryna decode me. My muscles clenched up so tight I swore I saw stars.
“Oh—” I gasped, back arching, hands flying to his head without thinking.
Kase groaned against me, likehewas the one losing control.
“Fuck,” he muttered between licks. “You taste like heaven. You don’t even know what you’re doing to me right now.”
Every flick, every swirl of his tongue had me unraveling. And the worst part? He wasn’t even close to done. Kase was locked in, face buried between my thighs like hebelongedthere. Like my body was a secret he’d been dying to discover. And baby… he wasnastywith it. He licked me like he was starving, tongue dragging up my slit slowly, then flicking fast over my clit until I cried out. He moaned into it,moaned, like the taste of me was his favorite sin. When he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked, my legs started shaking. It was my first time, and it felt so damn good I could barely breathe. I shut my eyes, trying to take it all in, body rocking, nerves on fire.
“Shit!” I gasped, hips jerking off the seat.
But he didn’t stop. Just grabbed my thighs tighter, tongue moving in slow, wicked circles, like he was writing his name in cursive, marking me. Then he started talking between licks.
“You like that?” he rasped. “Huh? Can feel this pussy clenching. You close already? Damn…”
I was losing it, mind blank, voice gone. One hand gripped the back of his head, the other twisted in the cushion as he kept that same steady rhythm. One finger slid inside me, curling just right, and it was over. I came on his face, loud, shaking, legs trembling.
“Oh, mmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyy—” I couldn’t even finish the moan.
And that’s when it happened.
