“Get it wet.”
Her soft, slim fingers gripped his hips and then, never dropping his gaze, she licked her lips. He reminded himself to breathe just before she leaned forward and ran her tongue over the head of him.
He forgot how to breathe again.
Fuck.
Lungs, breathe.
“Open wide,” he managed, his words slipping out low and thick.
Her jaw dropped.
His heart kicked up a notch.
“Put it in your mouth,” he grunted out.
His cock disappeared inside her pretty pink pout and the relief was instantaneous. She slid down the length of him, and a coarse sound emerged from deep in his chest. It wasn’t enough, and it was everything all at once. She slid deeper, eyes fluttering, a soft hum vibrating over him. Back up his shaft. And deeper. Wetter. Hotter.
“Fuck, just like that, Lissy.”
Her fingers dug into his hips at his praise. Her eyes didn’t once leave his; dark, determined, dilated with desire. All because she had his cock in her mouth. A bolt of lust shot through him, and he sucked in a shocked breath at the strength of it.
“U-Use your hand, too,” he choked out. “Around the base—yes, just like that. Good girl. Move with your mouth. It’ll give you more control.”
Her eyes flared, her moan sending delicious licks of heat up his shaft. He writhed, hands fisting the bedclothes, grappling for restraint. His girl loved control. And God, if he wasn’t the biggest fool. Why did he ever think he’d be able to deny her?
She sucked him deeper and gagged.Bloody fuck, yes.She backed off him, panting, her eyes watering. “Apologies,” she murmured, her cheeks coloring a faint pink.
He brushed his knuckles over her cheek, loving the heat of her blush, her blushover him. “Don’t apologize, love. That felt incredible, those lovely throat muscles clenching on me.” His body shuddered at the memory. He dragged his thumb over her dewy bottom lip, reveling in how it sprang up. “Go as slow as you need, love. You feel so good wrapped around me.”
She brought him back to her mouth, and bloody hell, her pink tongue darted out to circle his head before she slid back down his length. Warm and wet and utter perfection. She hummed against him, a low sultry purr, stroking him rhythmically in time with the slides of her mouth.
A fiery pleasure raced up his spine. At the lust evident in her amber and gold irises. Evident in the needy noises pouring from her. All because his cock was down her throat.
“Suck,” he gritted out.
Her cheeks hollowed, and bliss shot through him as the most beautiful suction surrounded his cock. A tremor shook his frame, his muscles clenching so tight he feared they might snap. She ruined him with her mouth, working him in a steady, torturous rhythm. His head fell back on a coarse groan. His cock pulsed, throbbed, desperate for the release careening toward him.
She drew him deep again, and his fist flew to her hair, halting her with his cock buried deep in her throat.
“Swallow,” he ordered.
Her throat convulsed around him, and his eyes slammed shut. A low moan tore from him as pleasure consumed him, gathering at the head of his cock. His breath burst from him, choppy and stuttered.
His eyes fluttered open, and another strangled half-moan, half-whimper fled his lips at the sight before him. Felicity’s hand was no longer on his hip, but palming her breast, her hips rocking as she sucked him with swollen lips.
Fuck, she loved this. He couldn’t hold back. His hips bucked completely on their own accord. She moaned, the vibration shooting up his shaft and straight to his ballocks. Bloody hell. His cock lodged down her throat had turned her wanton.
She drew back, sucking hard on his head, her tongue trailing underneath and hitting the perfect spot, that blessedly sensitive spot beneath the crown. His entire body locked tight, his toes curling as he strained to stave off his orgasm. He was close. Too bloody close. The impending orgasm something he desperately wanted but didn’t want to come at the same time.
Felicity frantically pulled at her skirts, groaning around his cock as she was denied access to her bare skin. But he preferred that, because he wanted to be the one who gave her relief, release. Him, his touch, his tongue. She wanted him. She told him so and proved it to him now. His heart hammered inside him. She wanted him. No.Lovedhim.
His eyes darted to her core and back to her. “Leave that for me, Lissy. That cunt is mine as soon as you’re done here.”
Her lids fell even lower, nearly shielding those beautiful, dazed eyes from his view. He picked up his pace, ravishing her mouth, desperate and greedy. Each drive an attack against his barriers. She took him in stride, nostrils flaring as she struggled for breath, determination glowing in her dark eyes, a tear sliding down her hollowing cheeks. Hollowing cheeks that sucked the pleasure right from him. As finally, finally, all those barriers came crumbling down.
His mind couldn’t comprehend the pleasure she gave him. It wasn’t the slick, hot friction around his aching cock. It wasn’t the teasing pressure of her tongue on the underside of his shaft. Nor the sweet, sweet suction. It was Felicity. It washer. It would never feel like this with anyone but her.
