# Chapter Sixteen: The Morning After and Everything After That

"Then finish what you started, beta. Slow."

I didn't rush it. That was the whole point. I let my hand rest there first, flat over her, feeling how hot she was, how soaked, the wet already smeared across the inside of her thighs from the night. She had her head turned back toward me on the pillow, watching me with one eye, and she didn't say anything. She just waited.

Then I slid one finger in.

Not deep. Just the tip, into the wet, and her whole body answered it — her back curved into me, her hand came down over mine and held it there, and a long low sound came out of her throat that she didn't try to hide. I stayed at the tip for a while, moving in small circles, letting her get used to it, and every time I did it her hips moved back into my hand like she couldn't help it.

"More," she said.

I gave her more. Two fingers, all the way in, slow, and this time she didn't say outside and she didn't say just there. She just opened for me and let me in, and I felt her close around my fingers, tight and slick and hot, and she let out a shaky breath that turned into a small laugh.

"Okay," she whispered. "Okay. That's — that's what I was scared of."

"Scared of what?"

"Of how good it is." She turned her face into the pillow. "Keep going."

So I kept going. Slow, long strokes, all the way in and all the way out, and my thumb found her clit and stayed on it, and I worked the two together — in and out, and circling, and in and out — and I could feel her start to build, the little flutters, the way her breathing went shallow and quick.

Then I did the other thing.

I moved my free hand up her chest and took one of her mangoes, the whole heavy weight of it, and lifted it, and put my mouth on her nipple.

Her whole body jolted.

"Oh. Oh, you —" Her hand flew back into my hair. "Both. Do both."

I did both. One at a time, and then switching, and then back — mouth on one, hand working the other, fingers still moving …