Slowly

Emily settled in beside him, one leg draped lazily over his, the stockings a whisper-soft contrast to the warmth of her bare skin. The sheets were cool beneath them, but her body radiated heat—close enough to touch, to breathe, but not to overwhelm.

She leaned in and kissed his cheek.

Then lower—his jaw, his neck, the sharp edge of his collarbone.

Her tongue flicked gently along the curve where shoulder met throat, and she felt him shiver.

“Let me feel you,” she murmured.

Her hands moved slowly across his chest—exploring, not claiming. She traced the slope of his ribs with her fingertips, letting her nails lightly scratch across his skin, then soothed the trail with her palm. He was so slender she could feel the shape of every breath, every small shift of his heartbeat under her touch.

She kissed down his chest, pausing to let her lips linger just beside his nipple—then flicked her tongue out, slow and teasing.

Eli gasped, hand twitching against the sheets.

“You like that,” she whispered, pleased. “Good.”

She moved back up, nestling against him again. Her leg slid higher, draping her thigh across his hips, silk gliding along his bare skin.

“Touch me,” she said softly. “Anywhere.”

His hand came up slowly—nervous again—but braver now. He placed it on her side, fingers splaying across the curve of her waist. She didn’t guide him. Just let him explore.

He caressed the dip of her spine, up over the swell of her hip, then paused as if unsure. She kissed his shoulder, her breath warm.

“You’re allowed to enjoy this.”

His hand moved again—bolder now. He ran his fingers down her thigh, over the garter strap, marveling at the texture. She felt him linger there, thumb tracing the edge where stocking met skin.

Her tongue traced a slow line from his chest to the hollow of his throat, and she whispered against his pulse, “You can kiss me too.”

He did.

Hesitantly at first, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. Then another. Then lower.

She smiled as he found her breast and kissed just above it, lips reverent. He was learning her body like it was a language he didn’t want to mispronounce.

She rewarded him with a low moan, letting her fingers stroke through his hair as his mouth grew braver. Her hands wandered too—up his side, across his stomach, around to his back, each motion slow and worshipful.

Emily shifted slightly, angling her chest toward him as he continued to explore her breast with slow, tentative kisses. Her skin was warm, soft beneath his lips, and she arched just enough to offer more.

He hesitated—then opened his mouth and gently took her nipple between his lips.

A quiet moan slipped from her throat.

Her hand slid up to cradle the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair as he suckled, gently at first, unsure if he was doing it right.

And then—

He tasted it.

Just a hint.

Warm. Faintly sweet.

His eyes widened as he instinctively drew in again—and this time, he felt the flow.

Emily gasped softly, her hand tightening at the nape of his neck.

He pulled back slightly, surprised. “Was that—?”

“Yeah,” she murmured, cheeks flushed, half-laughing. “Still nursing.”

She watched his face shift—confusion, curiosity, and then something else. Something darker, deeper. A kind of stunned want.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice breathy.

He didn’t answer right away.

Then, slowly, he leaned in again.

Took her nipple into his mouth, suckled deliberately—and moaned.

Emily felt it—his cock twitching against her thigh even without touching it. She bit her lip, watching the flush creep up his neck as he suckled harder, his hand cupping her other breast.

“Oh,” she breathed, arching slightly. “You like that…”

Eli nodded faintly without stopping, tongue flicking, lips drawing milk with more confidence now. His hand squeezed her breast, needing more, and she could feel his arousal surging between them, untouched but very present.

“You really are full of surprises,” she whispered, eyes half-lidded, her fingers sliding slowly through his hair as he fed from her.

He groaned against her chest, and the sound made her pulse.