Should I be gentler? I didn’t know. I hadn’t been with a woman in decades, at least. Even if I had, none of them mattered. That was before. Before her. She was all that existed as I tasted, teased, and nipped until she cried out and dug her fingers into the back of my neck, pulling me to her other breast. I gave that one the same treatment, keeping her anchored to me with the weight of my hips against hers.
“Dirge, I— Oh.” She breathed out little nonsense words as I drove her higher. When nothing was left but cries of need, I lifted her again, looping her thighs over my shoulders and shredding the impeding fabric of her thin sleep shorts to bare her gleaming, wet p***y to my gaze before sliding up to bracket her rib cage and hold her steady against the window.
“Shay.” I whispered the wor
