“Winter? Rafael… you there?”

Mom’s voice. Right outside.

Rafael froze, his face still between my legs. His tongue was still on my clit. His fingers were still inside me. I panicked, trying to push his head away, my heart hammering so hard I thought it would burst.

He didn’t move. His strong hands gripped my thighs, holding me open. His eyes met mine, dark and calm, like he wasn’t worried at all.

“Shh,” he whispered against my pussy, breath hot. “Stay still.”

I shook my head, terrified. “Rafael...”

He licked me once, slow and deliberate, like he was daring me to make a sound. I bit my lip hard to...