“You can take them off,” she whispers. Her words are soft but heavy. They fall on my ears like booms of thunder. I’m on my knees between her bent legs, and I look into her face.

“You sure?” I ask.

I can’t help but remember the last time I helped her with her panties, but I push those memories away, and I kiss the inside of her thigh before I pull her undies down her legs and toss them to the side. I draw across her hip, but I keep blankets bunched on the area where I’m not working. I kiss her belly button and dip my tongue inside. She squirms and eases out a breath.

“We should pierce you here,” I say. “You have the perfect belly for it.”

“Where else would you pierce me?” she asks. Her voice is quivering, and I f**king love it. She’s so turned on that she rocks her hips up toward my face while I draw over the top of her curly short hairs, the ones that cover her mound. I pull the blankets lower and sift my fingers through her hair and dip into the wet crease. “Here,” I say.

“There?” she breathes, but she squirms against my hand, so I push a little harder. I very gently spread her legs and ease down between them, setting my pens to the side. “All done tattooing me?” she asks. She’s breathing like she just ran a five-minute mile.

“Can I kiss you?” I ask. I don’t want to do anything she doesn’t want.

“You’d have to come up here for that,” she says.

I strum my thumb across her clit, spreading her open so I can see what I’m doing. “No,” I say. “I mean down here.”

She hisses out a breath. “Do you want to?” she asks. She adjusts the pillows behind her so that she’s sitting up a little more and raises her arms behind her head so she can watch me.

I laugh. “Oh yeah, I want to,” I say. Her clit is all swollen, and I push the hood back with my thumb. I lean down and lick across it. I want to slide my finger inside her, but I’m afraid she’s not ready for that. I’m afraid of everything when it comes to her because I don’t want to mess this up. “I want to lick you until you come on my face,” I say.

She groans when my head dips, and I suckle her clit. Her knees raise so she can rock against my mouth. I look up from where I’m working on her, and she draws her lower lip between her teeth as her eyes close.

“Pete,” she cries. I nod, and I keep sucking. She’s so wet, and I have her spread open and she trusts me and this is the most f**king perfect thing I’ve ever done before in my life. “Pete,” she says again. Her fingers slide into my hair, and she pushes me a little to the left. I let up on my grip on her clit and move over. She cries out when I latch onto her again, and she pushes my head, moving me closer to her. I hum against her clit, and she cries out, her breaths ragged and choppy. “Pete,” she says again. “Pete, Pete, Pete, Pete,” she chants. Her eyes close and her head falls back, and then she breaks. I hold on and thread my fingers through hers when she tries to push my head away. I gentle my tongue, and she relaxes, her body pulsing as she does it. She comes on my face, and I f**king love everything about it. She quivers and quakes and shakes and those noises she makes drive me wild. She pushes my forehead and whispers, “I can’t take anymore. Please, Pete.” She’s still shuddering though, and I push her all the way through it. When she’s finally still, I open her up with my thumbs and lick her from top to bottom, over and over. She’s so wet and she tastes so good and she still has these little aftershocks that quiver through her. I wipe my face on her inner thigh and crawl up her body. “Oh my God,” she moans. Her body is soft and lax under me. I kiss her, and I hope she can taste how f**king happy she just made me. She lifts her head. “Do you do anything that’s not epic?” She laughs. It’s a happy sound, and I want to make her do it over and over.

“I’m an overachiever,” I say. I kiss her, drawing her lower lip between my teeth. I’m hard against her belly, and I’m afraid it will scare her.

“What about you, Pete?” she says. She reaches down my belly and slips her tentative fingers beneath my waistband, and her eyes open wide as she wraps her fingers around me and grips me tightly.

I bury my face in her neck. I’ll just let her touch me for a second. But a second is all it takes. “Oh shit,” I groan as my balls crawl up toward my body, and I spill into her hand. Her hand stills for a second, but her eyes close as she makes a happy sound and she grips me tighter. I thrust into her fist, which is now wet with the product of us. She doesn’t let go. Her hand is tight and sure. She rolls her thumb around the tip with every thrust of my hips. She’s touching me, and I look down between us and see that I made a god-awful mess on her belly. I still and look up into her face. She’s laughing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look quite so happy. She wraps me up with her clean hand and holds me tight against her. Her other is trapped between us, and she’s still holding onto my dick. I pull my hips back, trying to slide out of her grip, and hiss as she squeezes me tighter. I throw the shirt that’s over her tits to the side and lay my forehead against her naked skin, trying to catch my breath. “I’m sorry,” I say. I didn’t mean to do that.

She takes my face in her hands and lifts it so that I look at her. She’s grinning. “Are you kidding?” she laughs. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah, it kinda was,” I say. I kiss her. I can’t stop it. I have to. “We’re a mess,” I warn.