Leah dragged her tongue down one side of the shaft, then the other, loving the way his breath came in shallow gasps.
She wrapped one hand around his base, the other lightly cupping his balls as she drew him forward. Leah parted her lips, resting the tip of him just inside her mouth.
And then she waited.
Remembered how he liked to be in control in this moment. How he liked to push forward and watch himself slowly sink into her mouth.
For a moment, neither of them moved, and for a terrible moment, she worried she’d remembered wrong. Or perhaps his tastes had changed; maybe some other woman had—
“Red,” he said, reverently, his fingers touching her cheek briefly.
And then his fingers crept to the back of her head, and his hips eased forward until he was seated as deeply in her mouth as possible.
“Christ. Christ. You remember that I like fucking your mouth?”
She nodded, just slightly, her mouth full of him, and he swore again, his hips pumping gently as he rocked in and out of her.
Leah let him use her. Loved the way he used her. The way he alternated his strokes between fast and shallow and long and slow.
His grip on her hair was tighter now, and just as she prepared herself to taste him, he pulled out of her mouth with a wet sucking noise.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
Jason bent to kiss her mouth, roughly, before moving to the corner of the room, rummaging in his bag until he came back with a condom.
He’d already ripped open the wrapper by the time he made it back to the bed.
“Scoot back,” he said, rolling the condom on with one hand, his other tweaking her nipple. “Spread your legs for me.”
Leah whimpered with need as she obeyed, moving back to the middle of the bed, biting her lips as she shamelessly let her knees fall apart.
He followed her onto the bed, surprising her when he dropped his mouth between her legs once more, laving her in hot wet strokes until she was on the brink.
“No,” she managed to gasp. “Not yet, not like that. Not without you—”
He understood.
Jason moved up her body, his hands finding hers on either side of her head. His fingers linked with hers in the exact moment he slid forward, joining them in a slick stroke that filled her to perfection.
Their eyes met, and she saw the same confused emotions on his face that she knew he was seeing in hers.
It was too much. It was everything.
“Leah,” he said, kissing her softly. “My Leah.”
Her eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected tenderness in his voice, but before she could analyze it, he started to move, sending all rational thought out the window, and centering every single fiber of her being to the throbbing spot between her legs, where he stretched and stroked her in exactly the right way as he pummeled in and out of her ready body.
Jason’s grip on her hands tightened, his breathing growing even more ragged, and she lifted one leg to wrap high across his back, creating the perfect angle for his pelvis to drag across her clit.
“Come for me, Red,” he said against her neck. “Come with me.”
It was all she needed. Leah cried out and arched up toward him at the same moment he tensed and bucked above her. Her needy, desperate fingers clutching at his as they rode their orgasms together.
He collapsed on top of her, and Leah welcomed his weight, their fingers still linked as both gasped for air.
Eventually, as her heartbeat finally slowed, Leah managed to open her eyes, staring blindly at the ceiling, relishing his warm breath against her neck, even as she tried not to freak out about what she was feeling.
It was both everything she remembered, and more. Somehow it was more. More intense than it had ever been, and somehow more important, too.
Because it was good-bye?
It had to be good-bye.
Didn’t it?
“So are you going to tell me what the hell’s got you so irritated this week, or am I going to have to guess?”
Jason glanced over to where his sister roamed around his studio, touching everything he’d asked her a million times to let alone.
Kathleen was a nurse and, as was the case more often than not when she stopped by, was still dressed in her magenta scrubs, which were not nearly baggy enough to hide her ever-increasing baby bump.
The thought made him smile. He was going to be an uncle.
“You’re going to get your fingerprints all over it,” he grumbled as he saw her pick up one of the lenses he’d stupidly left out, even though he knew she was coming over.
Kathleen rolled her eyes and set it down. “See what I mean? Irritable.”
“Do I come to your work and touch your shit?”
“Well, no, but I work in a hospital, so that’d be highly creepy and I think illegal.”
He and Kathleen hadn’t grown up together—they didn’t have all those sibling squabbles and childish “don’t touch my stuff” arguments as kids.
Didn’t matter. Because they had them now.