Shoving my legs apart, he licks up the inside of my thigh and pulls me closer. Before I can say anything, he licks my clit. He groans and licks again, faster. I dig my fingers through his hair as he sucks and strokes with his tongue, trying different paces and styles until he finds what makes my back arch and my toes curl.
Then he slides two fingers into my pussy, curling them each time he sucks my clit. It’s too intense. My body is still too sensitive. I pinch one of my nipples as I moan. James grips my thigh harder, keeping my legs apart.
Even after I come, he doesn’t stop. He moans, then goes faster, his tongue lapping harder. I get louder, almost screaming as I come a second time. He kisses a trail up my body, then devours my mouth. When he draws back, he licks his lips and winks at me.
“See, a feast.”
I giggle and shove him lightly, only to find myself cuddled against him. He kisses my temple. “I’ll let you relax a second before I fuck you again.”
I draw designs across his chest with my finger. We end up having sex not one, but two more times before we agree it’s enough. Not that he stops touching me. He cuddles me, tells me what a good girl I am, until I stop being a brat all together.
“So, will you be my fake fiancée again? I have an event coming up next weekend.”
“No work talk,” I groan.
He chuckles and soothes me with lingering kisses across my throat. “No drama or arguing this time. But I want to know if you’re going to keep wearing that ring.”
“I don’t think we have a choice,” I murmur. “Would be weird if I was suddenly your girlfriend instead of your fiancée.”
“So, you want to be my girlfriend, then?” His smile doesn’t hide the seriousness of his question.
“Casually… Yes, I do.”
He grins and kisses me. His happiness is infectious, and we have to pull away because we’re smiling too much to keep kissing. I shake my head at him.
“My dad is going to have a fucking cow.”
“You’re worth all the yelling I’m going to have to deal with,” he says. “But I’m not going to think about him now. I only want to think of you.”
My heart lifts as butterflies swarm in my stomach. Casual is a stupid word to use with James. He wouldn’t know casual if it bit him in the ass. And I’m wondering if I can possibly be casual after a five-year crush that fueled every fantasy I have ever had.
If this was an easygoing, passing-the-time kind of thing, I wouldn’t feel like a smiley idiot because he’s holding me tightly, because I’m going to be able to wake up to him. All of it should terrify me, but James makes it so easy to not care.
I cuddle close to him in bed, enjoying his fingers in my hair, thinking about all the ways this can go right. Holy shit, this just might be love.
The end