His fingers hooked into the waistband of my underwear, and he just held them, waiting, giving me time to say no. But I didn't. I couldn't. Every word I knew had left my body, replaced by the desperate rhythm of my heart.
“Look at me.”
I forced my eyes open, realising then that I had closed them when the sensation became too much for me. He was watching me, his face inches from my cunt, and the sight of him there, this handsome man, looking at me like I was the only woman in the world, undid me completely.
“I want to taste you,” he said. “But I need you to tell me that you want it too. I need to hear it.”
My throat was dry, and my voice came out cracked, barely above a whisper. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want you to—” I couldn't finish because the words were too much, too honest, too
