Page 50 of Falling for Red
She breathes into a laugh, but I don’t let her get away with it. My fingers tighten slightly. “Say it.”
“I’m going to come eight times,” she says, voice barely above a whisper.
“Good girl.”
I flick my tongue over her clit, teasing her, drawing out a shaky gasp. We went too fast last time. This time, I want to figure out exactly what she likes—the pressure, the rhythm, the pace that makes her lose control.
She’s it for me.
I know it sounds crazy. I know it’s too soon to be thinking about forever, but this is effortless. Claire is the missing piece in my life.
She challenges me. She excites me. She’s just starting to let me take care of her, and do I want to take care of her. I want to spoil her, make her feel adored, make her feel worshiped.
I’ll wait as long as she needs to be ready to call me her boyfriend.
Hell, she could make me wait years, and I’d still be here. Claire’s worth it.
Licking and sucking, I could spend the rest of my life making her feel like this. Making her come undone over and over again, just to watch her body tremble under my touch. I want to learn every inch of her. She deserves that. She deserves everything.
“Fuck,” she breathes, and I press my tongue firmer on her. Number one is close.Should I edge her?No. I want to get to eight before the timer goes off. I slide in two fingers and begin stroking her walls. “Jake,” she pants, breathy and then moans.
I feel her pulsing around my fingers and lift my tongue. Looking up at her, I smile. “One.”
I teasingly move my fingers all the way out, then back in. She bites her lip, then flinches when my tongue lands on her. I grab her thighs, holding them in place. I lick slower this time, more delicately.
“Don’t squirm away from it,” I say, looking back up at her. I release one of her thighs and add my fingers back in. She tilts her head back, and I’ll allow it. I need her to get lost so she can come again.
She breathes, ragged. “I’m close.”
I feel it and stay on course, not changing anything. Claire reaches for my hand on her thigh and interlaces her fingers with mine. My heart melts being more connected with her. Shesqueezes my fingers and then whimpers, shuttering. I kiss up her body, then whisper in her ear. “Two.”
“I’m spent,” she says, completely limp on the couch.
“No.”
She laughs, wrapping her arms around me. “I am.”
“Maybe you’re scared of what will happen when the next one comes.”
“Scared?”
“I know you don’t like to be vulnerable. But be vulnerable with me.”
She squints at me, and I kiss her deep. “No more wasting time.” I kiss her neck and move my kisses down, ready to make number three happen.
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“Jake,” I hesitantly say, and he looks up, concern flickering in his eyes. “I …”
I might say something I’m not ready to say if he makes me come again. Fuck him for being so fucking perfect. My chest tightens, and I swallow hard.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, crawling back up and hovering above me.
“This is overwhelming.”
He softly smiles, then lays next to me, pulling me in to be his little spoon on the couch. “What’s coming up for you right now?” he asks over my hair.
“Everything.”
