He let go.
The sound was obscene. The sudden absence of his mouth made the air feel cold against her wet skin, and Naomi looked down at him and found him licking his lips in the sanctum light, deliberate, his tongue catching the last trace of milk at the corner of his mouth. He held her gaze while he did it.
She made a noise she was never going to recover from.
Then he dipped his head and licked a slow stripe from the underside of her breast straight to the nipple, chasing the milk that had leaked in the gap, and Naomi’s spine went sideways.
Haah—ah—
"You’re shaking," he said against her skin.
"I know." Her voice ca from sowhere distant. "I’m aware."
His fingers were still moving below. Not fast. Patient, the way he seed to do everything, like patience was a weapon he’d learned to use better than the alternatives.
He was going to absolutely ruin her.
She’d walked in here having convinced herself she was ready, and she was ready, she just hadn’t fully understood what ready ant until this specific mont with his mouth wet from her milk and his hand working between her legs and his glowing eyes watching every micro-expression on her face like she was information he needed to collect.
Haahn—
"Jace—" His na again. She couldn’t stop saying it. Her brain had apparently decided it was the only word worth producing. "Jace, I—right there—"
He moved his fingers exactly where she’d been about to describe.
She gasped.
Ha— ah—
Her free hand went to his shoulder and gripped. The other one was still in his hair, tightening without her permission. She was pulling him back toward her chest without aning to, her body having opinions about what it wanted that bypassed the conscious decision-making entirely.
He went.
His mouth found her right breast this ti, and the warmth from the contact moved through her faster now, her body already running hot, already halfway to sothing, and when he sealed his lips around her and pulled she arched off the mattress.
Nn— haah— ah—
The milk ca imdiately.
Her thighs pressed together around his wrist out of reflex and then rembered his hand was there and spread back open, which was its own humiliation, and Jace made that sound against her again, the low one, the satisfied one, and swallowed.
Naomi stared at the ceiling.
She was going to lose her mind.
She was genuinely going to lose it, right here, in a pocket dinsion with a boy she’d t three days ago who was drinking her milk and fingering her simultaneously while looking at her like she was the most interesting thing he’d seen in years, and the most alarming part was that she couldn’t identify a single component of this situation she wanted to stop.
Haahn—
"Jace." His na cracked in the middle. "I’m close, I’m—"
He pressed slightly harder with his fingers and kept his mouth exactly where it was and Naomi felt the orgasm build from sowhere behind her navel, fast and inevitable, and her thighs shook.
Ah— ah— Jace—
"Jace—!"
It hit.
Her back ca off the mattress and she grabbed his hair and his shoulder and held on while the pleasure moved through her in long rolling waves, her toes curling, a sound coming from her throat that she had no mory of deciding to make.
Haahn—nn—ah—
He kept drinking through it. Kept the pressure of his fingers steady while she fell apart around them, and the combination of the two sensations existing simultaneously was almost cruel in its completeness. She shook. She said his na three more tis in a row at different volus. Her legs wouldn’t stop trembling.
Schlk.
He pulled off her breast again. Licked his lips again. The sa deliberate movent, the sa expression, and Naomi flopped back against the sheets and stared at the ceiling and tried to rember how breathing worked.
"One," Jace said.
She turned her head and looked at him.
He was watching her with those amber eyes, still lit from within, his mouth still slightly damp, his hand resting warm and still against her below the shorts now, and he looked— satisfied was too small a word. He looked like soone who had exactly what he wanted and knew it.
"One," she repeated.
"First orgasm."
She was going to say sothing. She had a response. It was sowhere in her head, perfectly reasonable, probably witty. Her mouth opened.
Nothing ca out.
Jace’s mouth curved.
"Take a minute," he said.
"I’m fine." Her voice was embarrassingly unsteady. "I’m completely— I’m fine."
"You’re shaking."
"That’s just how I’m built."
He made a sound that was almost a laugh, quiet and real, and leaned up to press his mouth to her jaw. A brief thing. Warm. The sa forehead-kiss energy as last night, sothing that felt like it was ant for her personally rather than for the extraction session.
Naomi’s chest did sothing complicated.
She turned her head and found his face right there, close enough that she could see the fine detail of his amber eyes, the glow fading back to normal now, and she reached up and touched his jaw without deciding to. Her thumb traced along the line of it. He let her.
"I wasn’t nervous last night," she said.
"You were extrely nervous last night."
"I was scared. That’s different."
He tilted his head slightly into her hand. An involuntary thing, small. She wasn’t sure he noticed he did it.
"What are you now?" he asked.
She considered this seriously.
"Warm," she said. "Really warm."
His expression did the thing again. The thing where sothing behind it shifted toward sothing she didn’t fully have language for yet.
He kissed her.
Real this ti, the slow thorough kind from earlier, and she kissed him back with both hands finding his face because she was warm and her brain was offline and she’d decided sowhere during the first orgasm that she wasn’t going to be careful about this tonight.
When he pulled back she was breathing differently than she had been.
"Jace," she said.
"Yeah."
"I want—" She stopped. Started again. "I want you to keep going."
"I know."
"I an all of it."
His eyes ca to hers. Reading her face.
"Are you sure."
She held his gaze. "I told you I’d tell you if sothing was wrong."
A beat.
"Yeah," he said. "You did."
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