“My face,” he says, smiling. “Yes. Do you know what you’d do there?”
It’s not hard to intuit. But it still makes me blush fiercely. “Yes . . . and no.”
Christopher’s hands are gentle on my hips, his smile soft. “Do you want to try?”
Insecurity pounds through me. So I answer him honestly. “I don’t know.”
“That’s okay, honey.” His hands travel down my hips, then lower, massaging gently. “We can stay just like this.”
I shut my eyes, feeling his hands making this glorious circuit from my hips to my ass to my thighs, then back up, and I think about how it might feel for him to do that, while his mouth and tongue teased and tasted me, coaxed my body to orgasm. To be so close to him while he did it. To touch his hair and feel his sounds against me, to feel so lost to him and at the same time, to have so much control.
And suddenly I am incredibly aroused.
“I think maybe . . .” I clear my throat. “I want to try.”
His eyes hold mine. “There’s no pressure, Kate. Only if you want . . .”
I’m already crawling up his body, stopping long enough for him to pull me close and share a long, deep kiss. “I want,” I whisper.
He exhales roughly. Then Christopher reaches around and eagerly knocks away the pillows except for one that he fluffs below his head and drops onto with a contented sigh.
I smile. “You’re acting like a kid at Christmas.”
“This is way better than Christmas,” he says, grinning. “Now, get up here and sit on my face.”
I slap a hand over my eyes and shriek a laugh. “You can’t just say that!”
“I believe I just did.” His hand lands with a sweet swat on my butt that makes my thighs clench on either side of his ribs. “Get up here.”
Sighing but grinning like a goofball, I ease up a little higher, then stop. “Wait. What are the logistics of this?”
“Grab the headboard,” he says.
I do that.
“Now, kneel on either side of my head.”
I do that, too. And I blush fiercely. “Oh, God. I’m doing this.”
“We’re doing this.” He presses a slow, tender kiss to my thigh that makes me feel a little more relaxed about having my vulva three inches from his face. Lifting his shoulders, he says, “Try tucking your calves beneath me.”
With a little shimmy, I’m closer now, and the weight of his shoulders settles on my calves. The pressure and heaviness make me sigh contentedly.
“What’s that sigh mean?” he asks.
I smile down at him. “It means it’s good.”
He grins up at me, something so young and sweet about it, I reach down and slip my fingers through his hair. His hands spread across my hips as he holds my eyes, then gently eases me toward him, just enough pull to show me what he wants but not so hard that I couldn’t push away and show him I’m not ready.
My breath is rushing out of my lungs, not out of fear or anxiety, but out of a sheer thrill as I let him guide me down, as I feel his mouth, confident and sure, warm and wet, the first sweep of his tongue, its gentle circling of my clit, the way he learned after paintball, that night in the kitchen. He remembered so perfectly. I gasp as he does it again, a little harder. My grip in his hair tightens. “Like that,” I whisper.
He groans quietly, and its hum against my skin makes me jolt, then laugh in pleasure. My knuckles are white as I clutch the headboard, trying to brace myself over him.
He pulls away with a wet smack that sounds so intimate, those noises I think bodies might only make when they’re doing this. “Kate.” His voice is a rough rock’s edge, a bonfire’s smoky heat. “I said sit on my face, and I meant it.”
I gulp, my fingers sifting through his beautiful dark hair. “But what if I smother you with my vulva?”
He grins so wide, it carves two deep dimples down his cheeks. “You won’t smother me with your vulva.”
“How do you know?”
“You won’t, honey. I could bench-press you without breaking a sweat, Kate. If I can’t breathe, I’ll move you, easy.”
“But it’s going to stress me out, and if I’m stressed, I can’t orgasm.”
He peers up at me, a little furrow in his brow. “How about a signal?” he offers.
“Good idea,” I tell him, my voice wobbling a little as he sneaks a kiss where my thigh meets my pelvis, then he nuzzles my clit. “H-how about a double tap?”