His mouth replaced her hand. His tongue swirled around her tight bud, licking and teasing, before he drew it deep into his mouth and suckled hard.
Farrah cried out. She tried to scoot away, but Blake’s strong hands pinned her in place while he feasted on her most sensitive flesh.
Her breath came out in short pants.
She was burning. Burning so hot and so exquisitely she couldn’t stand it, yet she never wanted it to end.
Farrah’s body didn’t have time to recover from its last high before Blake brought her to the peak again. There she teetered, suspended for an eternity, until she crashed down with a force that shocked her. She’d already fallen, but he was still there, coaxing more and more out of her until she had nothing left to give.
After the throes of her last orgasm subsided, Farrah collapsed, limp and exhausted, into Blake’s arms. “Oh my god,” she repeated. That was all she could say. She couldn’t think straight. She couldn’t even remember her name.
He nuzzled her neck. “Good?”
“Really, really good. Wow.” Now Farrah understood the hype. No wonder her friends gushed about oral sex. Farrah could do this all day, every day.
Blake’s chuckle reverberated against her skin. “Lucky for you, babe, you got the best person for the job.” He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her close so her back nestled against his front. He rested his chin on her shoulder. “Thank you for trusting me.”
Farrah turned to look at him. “Thank you for being trustworthy.”
They were being so cheesy she would’ve cringed had she read it in a book, but this wasn’t a book. This was her life. And right now, it was perfect.
Blake and Farrah lay in silence, content with each other’s presence. Farrah rubbed an absentminded thumb over her necklace.
Three months.
Three months at CCU had changed nothing beyond the superficial. She had new classes, new friends, and a new living situation, but she’d stayed the same person throughout it all.
Three months in Shanghai had changed her life.
To think, she’d been so close to choosing Paris. In an alternate universe, alternate Farrah was gallivanting around the French capital with a different set of friends, kissing different boys, traveling to different cities, and learning a different language.
This Farrah shivered, her heart breaking for every version of herself that wasn’t right here in Blake’s arms, because this was heaven and every other world was a mere imitation.
“You always do that.”
“Do what?” She snuggled closer to him to reassure herself he was still there.
“Play with your necklace when you’re deep in thought. Or nervous. Or mad. Or sad.” Blake rested his chin on her shoulder and brushed his fingers over the silver pendant. “You
’re not nervous, mad, or sad—at least, I hope not—so penny for your thoughts.”
Farrah curled her hand over Blake’s. “My father gave me this necklace.” The backs of her eyes burned when she remembered that day.
Her dad picked her up for their weekly lunch date. He took her to In-N-Out, like he always did, because neither wanted to sit through a full meal. It was too awkward. To Farrah’s surprise, he presented her with the necklace after they polished off their double-doubles and animal-style fries.
“He bought it for my fifteenth birthday. I still had a few weeks to go, but he said he couldn’t wait. He wanted me to have it early. This was before I walked in on my mom crying and I—” Farrah’s lips trembled. Blake tightened his grip and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “In a weird way, the necklace comforts me. Like as long as I have it on, I have my dad with me, and I can say all the things I didn’t say when he was alive.”
Blake was silent for a long moment. “So you’re saying your dad was watching every time we went down on each other?”
“Blake!”
“Sorry. Sorry.” He buried his face in her hair. “I make jokes at the most inappropriate times.”
A smile tugged at her mouth. Farrah could always count on Blake to lighten things up. “It’s ok. I like your inappropriate jokes. Most of the time.”
“Wrong thing to say, babe. Now I’ll be unstoppable.”
“You’re the great Blake Ryan. Shouldn’t you already be unstoppable?”