“That—I—” she tries to say, and she finishes with a sigh. “Yes.” I pull my fingers out of her and massage her thighs, calming her down. “Good?” “The best.” She gives me a tired, satisfied smile. “Did you—?” “Almost. But not yet.” I move back down her body. “Let me clean you up first.” “Are we going to—oh,” Maven whispers when I lick her again. “Dallas. I can’t.” “You sure about that?” I ask from between her legs. “Come on, Mae. We both know you’re not a quitter.”
