Still moving my fingers slowly, I murmur against her. “Has anyone ever gone down on you before?”
Her cheeks burn hotter. She bites her lip, her voice barely a whisper. “Uh, I think you'll remember our first time is the furthest I've gone with anyone.”
The words ignite something primal in me. She’s mine. Only ever mine.
“I was a fucking fool that night to not taste you.” I shake my head. “Too busy thinking about my life to take my time with you and make you realize how much you mattered. I should’ve skated my tongue across your clit before sucking on it and tasting you.”
My thumb rolls her clit, and I kiss up her stomach.
“Ugh. Stop.” She raises her hands, covering her face.
I smile and swipe my tongue over her navel before dragging it down to the tip of her slit.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to be embarrassed about it,” I say, my breath fanning her clit. “It’s my first time too.”
Her eyes snap open. “You’ve never—?”
“Nope.” I drag the flat of my tongue down her slit to where my fingers are. “It’s always felt more intimate than sex to me. You have to really care about someone to want to do that.”
“Right?!” She lets out a breathless laugh. “You’ve got to know someone pretty well to shove your genitals in their face.”
Before she can think longer on that, I lean forward and swipe my tongue flat across her clit in firm, deliberate strokes.
Her hips buck hard as a choked cry tears from her throat.
I don’t rush. I take my time, watching her reaction to every lick. Every swipe.
I start slowly at first, savoring her taste before I trace the shape of her around my thrusting fingers.
“Jamie,” she moans, gripping the sheets, her thighs trembling around my shoulders.
I hum against her, and the vibration pulls another sound from her throat.
“That’s it,” I murmur when I come up for air. “Don’t hold back.”
I go back down, flicking my tongue over her clit in soft, slow circles before sucking it gently, feeling her fall apart beneath me.
She arches, gasping, and I can feel her shaking—half from pleasure, half from disbelief that I’m really here, doing this.
And for the first time in months, maybe years, I feel like I’m giving her something instead of taking.
When she comes, it’s soft and quiet with just my name leaving her lips. I kiss her center through it. Softer and softer, until she starts to relax. Then I pull back, resting my forehead against her thigh to catch my breath.
But I’m not ready to stop.
Repent.
The word echoes in my mind. The one thing I need to do to be worthy of her.
She’s trembling, her skin is flushed, her pussy is glistening, and I can feel the warmth of her against my lips. I drag one more kiss up the inside of her thigh, then another just because I can.
“Jamie,” she whispers, still dazed.
“Please,” I murmur, tracing a fingertip along her slick folds. “I just want you to feel it again. Will you let me?”
“I don’t think I can—”
She shivers when I slide a finger inside her. I do it slowly, watching her reaction before I add another. She gasps when I curl them, stroking her from the inside.