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Any other time someone had gone down on me, it was a lot of squirming to help him hit the right spot. Or subtle head pushing so he would apply enough pressure. No one had ever made me feel as good as I could make myself feel.
“Circles. Not too much pressure. I’m sensitive.” It felt uncomfortable talking about this, but the attentive way he listened, like he truly wanted to do what I wanted, gave me the confidence to keep going. “And … I’ve always wanted to talk dirty during sex, but I felt too embarrassed to do it before.”
James slid a hand under my shirt, fingertips dippingbelow the edge of my bra as he squeezed my breast. A wave of heat followed his touch, leaving a tingling sensation on my skin. “Should I tell you how after I left your bedroom in the Hamptons, I had to get in the shower and fuck my hand?”
I was writhing on the bed. Every nerve felt flayed open. My skin felt like it had been set on fire. If I didn’t find some sort of relief, I was sure to combust right here in this bedroom.
“Lay back,” he murmured. “Let me take care of you.”
He went back to trailing kisses on my thighs—growing closer and closer to where I wanted him to be. Where Ineededhim to be. I opened my legs wider, inviting him in closer. This time, I wasn’t thinking about how I looked or if I was taking too long to finish. I just felt.
I gasped as his fingers slid inside me, slow and deep.
“Oh, sweetheart,” James groaned. Gradually, his fingers began to move in and out of me, starting off slowly before quickening their pace. “Did I make you this wet?”
“Yes,” I sighed.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes.”
He smirked. “So needy.”
Then his fingers were gone and his lips were next to my ear again. “Tell me what you want, Hal.”
“More,” I whispered, barely able to breathe. “I want more.”
“Good girl.” He kissed me hard, full of promise, and returned to his position between my legs.
His tongue replaced his fingers, and suddenly my bodywasn’t my own anymore—it was a live wire. His tongue pinpointed every sensitive spot with precision. My legs started to close instinctively, but he held me open, kept me right there in that place that felt almost too good to survive.
I neededsomethingto break.
And then I shattered.
I wasn’t sure of anything at all. I’d lost the ability to think as all I could focus on was how he was making me fall apart.
When I could finally think again, James climbed back onto the bed and kissed me as my body turned to liquid. No longer containable.
“And how do you feel?” he whispered.
“I think I’m still in orbit.”
He laughed, standing up and changing into a pair of sweatpants before offering me his hand. “But is it silent?”
“Is what silent?” I asked.
“Your head,” he said, helping me into my own pair of sweatpants. “There was far too much going on up there for you to really hear yourself.”
Now that he mentioned it, for the first time in days, I finally felt like my arrow was back pointing due north. It was no longer spinning out of control, leaving me unsure of what direction to go in.
“As a matter of fact. I think I know exactly what to write.”
James grinned. “I’ll pop some popcorn and crack open a bottle of wine. You can use my laptop.”
As he reached the doorway, he looked back. “Are you coming?”
I crossed the room toward him. “Can you make a good Old Fashioned?”
