Roz was acutely aware of cool air whispering over her skin the very same way Naz’s mouth followed the same path. Her skin prickled with goosebumps every single time his lips touched down in a new place. Her bare shoulder, the column of her throat, and then her chin. His tongue would strike out to taste her, too, with each kiss.
It was slow. Soft. Deliberate.
It had to be deliberate. Because with each touch of his hands sliding along her curves and removing clothing, and every kiss finding new places on her skin to taste … the heat pooling in her gut intensified. It sent warmth shooting down between her thighs, and it made her shake.
So breathless.
She was so caught up in the way he was taking his time to learn her body that she barely realized she was now standing in nothing but a light blue lace bralette and panty set. That he’d somehow removed all of her clothes, and mostly his, too. So fucking distracted by him, in fact, that she didn’t know they were inside his bedroom until the backs of her legs hit the bed.
Oh, my God.
“Naz,” he murmured against the hollow of her throat. “Not God. Naz, babe. And you can say it as loudly and as often as you want tonight.”
Roz blinked. Had she said that out loud? Damn.
And then his lips left her throat but only so that he could get her mouth crushed against his instead. Roz barely even felt the softness of the sheets grazing her legs as she was pushed down against the mattress. It was easy to forget where she was when all she wanted was him, and more.
Too easy, really. His rough palms soothed her shaking thighs with warm strokes. Up, and then down. Up, and then inward. Roz found widening her legs to let him slip in between was second nature. No hesitancy, and no fear. She thought she would be nervous. Shouldn’t she be?
It was easy with Naz. Like breathing.
She expected him to lower to the bed with her, but instead, he went to his knees. Roz sucked in a sharp breath when his mouth ghosted over her navel, and then lower still. His knuckles grazed her inner thighs and sent shivers racing over her skin.
It was only him moving between her thighs from his position kneeling on the floor that sent her racing out of that daze he’d put her in. No one had ever, ever, ever done what she thought he was going to do. And that was enough to make her nervous.
“Wait, what—”
“Shh,” Naz murmured, “there’s a hell of a lot more to fucking than fucking, Roz. You see, if I just wanted to fuck, it’s not going to be good for you at all. At least, not this time around. It’ll be too fucking much, and it’ll hurt. You don’t want that, and neither do I. Right?”
She sucked in a sharp breath when those knuckles of his slid over the line of her panties, and sent shocks jolting through her nerves. “Right.”
His dark gaze lifted to find hers and he echoed, “Right, babe. So, I’m going to make you feel amazing first. Get you feeling high. Because this here …” Two of his fingers slipped under the gusset of her panties, and slid along her center. Soft strokes of his fingers against her clit had her lips falling open, and noises crawling out of her that she hadn’t heard before. “Yeah, this here needs loved, and I’m going to enjoy doing that. It needs to be ready, Roz. And then it’s only going to feel really fucking good. Okay?”
Roz wasn’t even sure how the word slipped past her lips given the fact she felt like she couldn’t take in air, but it still did. “Okay.”
“That’s what I wanna hear.” Naz leaned in, and that teasing mouth of his edged around her center while his fingers played. Those fucking fingers of his were working her into another daze, only this one was sure to end beautifully. “And I want to hear you, Roz. You make the best music with your fingers, but I bet what comes out of your mouth is going to be something else entirely. And I want to hear it.”
Fuck.
His fingers came out of her long enough to pull the panties down her thighs, and then they were right back where she wanted them to be. Along with his mouth, too.
Roz hadn’t been expecting it to feel like that.
Like his mouth was touching every single part of her all at the same time, except it was really only on one part of her. His fingers teased, and his mouth stroked. Tasting, and driving her higher and higher.
“Please,” Roz breathed.
Her shoulders hit the bed, and her back arched high. Fingers tangling into his hair because she needed something to hold onto. She knew what was coming, that orgasm … but it’d never quite felt like that before.
Never so sudden.
Never so strong.
Never so … everywhere.
And when she did finally fall from that high, high place … she wasn’t sure what she had expected. Certainly not for Naz to climb up over her with his legs pinning her to the bed as his hand circled her jaw, and he tilted her head back before his lips came down on hers. All the while, his hand was still working between her thighs. Harder, and faster. Pressing into a spot that had her shaking and whining even as he kissed her with the taste of her sex still on his mouth.
Maybe that was what made her come again.
Her taste on him. The wildness in his eyes.
His hand holding her down. Soft, and harsh, and way too much.
It still wasn’t nearly enough.
He had been right, though. More than, even. Once she had finally stopped trembling like a little leaf in the hurricane that was him, she was so fucking ready. It ached between her thighs, but not because she was hurting. Because she needed more. Something else entirely.
So fucking wet, her thighs were slick. Crazy. That’s how she felt. Crazy.
So much so, that she pushed him back to the bed, and straddled him. Under the thin cotton of his boxer-briefs, the hard ridge of his erection pressed against her center when he reached for her again. Soft hands, but a tight hold.
He handled her like she was precious.
Careful, but firm.
His mouth was against hers again, whispering and promising. “It’s all on you, babe. It’s all you.”
It took but a minute for Naz to find a condom in the bedside table, and slide it down his length after pushing his boxer-briefs down before he was back where she wanted him the most. It was only once she had him in her hands, and pressing between her thighs that she finally felt like she could breathe again. There was no pain when she lowered down on him, only an overwhelming sense of fullness as she was filled in a whole new way.
It took a second. And then two.
His hands on her face, and his mouth on hers. A shuddering exhale dancing across her cheek when he was all there, and she just needed a minute.
So, she wanted to feel it. Remember it.
Naz’s thumb drew a line down Roz’s trembling lips. His gaze drifted over her face, slow and knowing. “Fucking look at you, huh?”
“I don’t know what to—”
“Move,” he murmured. “Don’t fucking ever worry about me. It’s about you, babe.”
Roz watched him through lowered lashes. The clench of his teeth when she shifted her hips, and the way his sounds deepened when she grinded against him. He might not have wanted her to worry about him, but her view was so much better when she did.
This was how she learned. By sight.
And she liked what she was looking at. She loved it.
“You make me crazy,” she told him.