Free Reconstructing Meredith by Lauren Gallagher

come…” Another light kiss, and her muscles quivered beneath my lips. I looked up at her. “Are you sure you want me to do this?”
    The silence lingered long enough I was certain she’d had second thoughts. My blood turned cold when she finally whispered, “No.”
    I raised my head.
    “I’m not sure if I am.” Her cheeks colored when she looked down at me. “But I’m not ready for you to stop.”
    “Then I won’t.” I dipped my head and let my lip touch her inner thigh when I spoke. “I won’t stop until you tell me to.” I kissed her inner thigh again, this time just a breath away from her pussy, and the light scent of her made my mouth water. “Do you want me to do this?”
    Please say yes, baby. Please, please say yes .
    “Yes,” she whispered. Then she cleared her throat and said it again, louder and with more confidence this time, “Yes.”
    That first taste nearly drove me out of my mind. Oh my God, the way she tasted. Tangy, sweet, so intoxicating I forgot where I was for a few seconds. I teased her pussy lips apart with the tip of my tongue, and the way she moaned and squirmed made me as lightheaded as the way she tasted. I was rock hard, my entire body aching with the need to fuck her, but I could have done this all night.
    I worked my way up to her clit, and she gasped when I circled it with my tongue. She moaned again when I slipped two fingers inside her. Curling them just slightly, I beckoned. A little more, a little more, until—
    “Oh, fuck ,” she whimpered, clawing at the sheets as her back arched beneath her.
    There.
    I made slow, gentle circles on her G-spot with my fingertips, moving them in time with my tongue on her clit. Every breath she took was sharper and shallower than the last, and I had to lay my other arm across her hips just to keep her from pulling away from me.
    Her breath caught and her pussy tightened around my fingers. I could barely breathe myself, my heart pounding faster and faster as she neared the edge. A distant memory wandered through my consciousness, taking me back to those nights when I would make her come just like this, then fuck her absolutely senseless. Neither of us ever came as hard as we did like that, when her orgasm followed so closely on the heels of another, and her pussy was so, so wet, so—
    “Wait.” Her voice jarred my wandering mind back into the present. “Scott, stop.”
    Before the first word was off her lips, I’d stopped. Ignoring the disappointment tugging at my gut, I pushed myself on to my arms and came back up to her. “What’s wrong?”
    “I—” She paused, then shook her head as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “I just can’t. I’m not ready for this yet.”
    “Then I won’t push you.” I kissed her, shivering as she slipped her tongue between my lips. She’d always loved kissing me after I’d gone down on her, and at least that much hadn’t changed.
    “Fuck me,” she murmured into my kiss. “Please, fuck me.”
    “That, I can do.” I made quick work of getting a condom out and on, and as soon as I was on top of her again, she pulled me down into a deep, passionate kiss.
    A gasp from both of us broke that kiss when I thrust into her. My eyes rolled back and a low growl emerged from the back of my throat. Just like going down on her, I could have done this all night. All damned night.
    “You feel amazing,” I groaned. “Jesus Christ…”
    “So do you,” she whispered, but something about the way she said it turned my blood cold.
    I looked down at her. She met my eyes, but something was… off. Even as I fucked her, just as she’d asked me to do, she didn’t relax. Something in her eyes and the furrow of her brow spoke of lingering frustration.
    “Do you like that?” I asked, testing the water.
    She closed her eyes. “Yeah.” On just that single syllable, her voice cracked. Almost imperceptibly, but it definitely cracked.
    Shit .
    I slowed my strokes and bent to kiss her. Physically, she