I let out a low whistle as I catalog every bare inch of skin. “Well, my imagination sucks. You look way fucking better naked than anything my brain cooked up.”
Sunny laughs and then sighs as I run my hands up the outside of her thighs. All her naked skin touches my naked skin—except for where my shorts act as a buffer—as I settle between her parted thighs. Starting at her lips, I kiss my way down her body, stopping at her nipples before moving on. Halfway down her stomach, she grabs me by the hair. “What are you doing?”
“I’m gonna make you come again, remember?”
“But—I—you—down?”
She seems flustered, so I explain, in case my actions aren’t clear enough. “I wasn’t planning on using my fingers this time.”
“Oh. You want to—”
“Go down on you.”
“With your mouth?”
“That’s generally how it’s done, unless you know another way I’m unfamiliar with.”
“Uhhhhhhh . . .” She draws it out.
“Unless you don’t want me to.”
“It’s not that.”
“Awesome. This is gonna be kickass.” I’m about to go back to kissing the spot below her navel again, but her fingers tighten in my hair.
“Miller.”
“’Sup, sweets?”
“I have to tell you something.”
“Sure. Fire away.”
I glance up. Her cheeks are flushed, and I haven’t even gotten started yet. Her blond hair is fanned out all over the pillow and messed up from the making out. It’s so damn sexy, apart from the fact that she seems self-conscious.
“It’s nice that you want to try to make me come with your mouth, but that’s never happened before. So don’t, like, sprain your tongue trying or anything.”
Hear those tires screeching? That’s my brain backing up. “Whoa. Wait. What?” I must have heard that wrong. “Do you mean no one’s ever made you come with their mouth, or no one’s ever gone down on you before?”
“Well . . .” There she goes, twirling her hair around her finger. “I mean, until you no one had made me come, like, ever.”
“What the fuck? You never had an orgasm until me?” Inside my head there’s a stadium of people cheering me on, because that makes me seriously awesome.
Sunny stares at my forehead. “I’ve had orgasms.”
I need more intel. “So what do you mean it’s never happened before? No one’s ever eaten your cookie?”
“No. I mean, yes. I mean—God, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
I’m embarrassing her. I want to ask more questions about how the hell she managed to have a long-term boyfriend in high school—that’s the information Violet passed on to me from Waters—and never managed to have an orgasm. But I don’t want her to feel bad about it. I do want to find the guy and smack him upside the head—and possibly thank him at the same time. His inadequacy makes me a certifiable god.
I plant an elbow on either side of her ribs and hover over her so we’re face to face. “Yes or no questions only, okay?”
“Okay.”
“You’ve had orgasms?”
“Yes.”
“On your own?” I’m clarifying. Also, it’s hot.
“Yes.”
I want to mention how sexy I think that is, but I need to stay on point. “With your fingers?”
“Yes.”
“Anything else?”
Her cheeks flame. “That’s not a yes or no question.”
That’s definitely a yes. “We’ll come back to that one later. Has anyone else ever gotten you off?” She’s already told me the answer to this question. I’m making one-hundred-percent certain I heard her correctly.
“No.”
“Never?”
“No.”
“Really? Like, for real?” I don’t get how that could happen. Or not happen.
“Miller.” She clamps her legs against my sides.