Maybe. Hopefully. But unlikely.
I gripped the basin as I remembered the feel of her body tightening around my hand. Her eyes gleaming under the neon light of the club watching as I brought that hand to her lips, discreetly smearing her pleasure across them. Only to then watch, breathless, as her tongue flicked out to taste the path I’d marked. Like a perfect fucking devil, she’d then kissed me, showing me just how she’d be under my tongue. The memory enough to make me ache.
After she fell asleep in the car on the way home, I’d ordered her to get some much-needed rest the second she finished her shower, but part of me hoped she’d continue to challenge me, just like she always had.
After my own shower I planned to brush a kiss across her cheek, to stretch my lungs to full capacity with the scent of fresh rain and morning dew before heading back to my room. I planned on sneaking in and out before spending however long with my dick in my hand remembering the soft moans she made when she came. The way she swayed to the music of the club knowing I was watching every swing of those hips.
The bedroom was dark when I entered, the rhythmic sounds of her breathing as surprising as they were comforting. She’d listened, or more likely, unwillingly succumbed to sleep after a huge day. In a moment of selfish voyeurism, I allowed myself sixty quick seconds to admire her sleeping form. To take a mental snapshot of how flawless she looked sleeping in my house with her ringed hand resting beside her face and the worries of the day gone as she adorned a peaceful mask. I bent over, careful not to make any sudden movements and pressed a featherlight kiss to her temple. What I hadn’t planned for was that she’d accounted for this exact moment - like she knew me better than I knew myself. While I was distracted by the feel of her skin beneath my lips, shereached forward, seized the edge of my towel, and undid it in one swift tug - leaving me naked, and very clearly wanting, beside her.
“I think it’s my turn,” she breathed, hand trailing up my thigh until she gripped the base of my cock.
“You-need-sleep,” I gritted, painfully aware of my control slipping with each word I spoke. The shock of the movement as much as seeing her holding me like that caused my heart to race.
“I-need-you.” She countered in the same tone I’d used, and any further argument evaporated when three things happened at once. First, she propped herself up on one elbow, the blanket sliding away to bare her lush, naked body. Second, her gaze never left mine - as if someone had reached into my mind and conjured my dirtiest fantasies into flesh. And third, her hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, guiding it to the edge of her lips before her tongue traced a slow, deliberate circle over the tip.
“I’ve thought about this,” she said, her tongue teasing and flicking between words, “for so long,” her confession mirrored in the uncertainty of her eyes. “So, tell me if I do something you don’t like because I want it to be as good for you as I know it will be for me,” she breathed before sealing her mouth around my engorged head.
The sound which left my throat was part growl, part plea, ragged with a need only she could satisfy. The sight of her lips encasing me and her confession of wanting this was too fucking much and I gripped her hair, greedy with need for her warm suction. She hummed a whimper of her own, the sound vibrating through my body and my fingers in her hair tightened. My free hand lightly traced the line of her jaw as I watched myself disappear inside her mouth over and over.
“Fuckk,” I groaned, gripped by the sight of her swollen mouth, tears leaking from her eyes each time I hit the back of her throat. But she kept going, doing her best to go deeper.
“You take me so fucking well.” This wasn’t normal. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, this fucking consuming and I was going to explode down her throat if she didn’t stop.
Summoning every ounce of willpower I could muster, I took a step back, my chest heaving with the need to claim. To have her again as if a bandaid had been ripped off and the wound of wanting her was wide open.
“It’s my turn,” I gritted. Ripping the sheet back I was rewarded with the sight of her in her purest form.
“Fuck, Evy.” She was desire incarnate wearing nothing but that fucking ring, waiting and ready this whole time. Despite telling her to go to sleep, she was waiting. Wanting.
“Move up and spread those thighs for me, angel.” I ordered, my mouth already watering at the promise of the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. Obeying, she gave me a slow, shy smile, shifting back against the pillows as her legs parted in invitation. The sight hit me like a gut-punch, slick and glistening just for me. Knowing she was this turned on from tasting me was its own kind of foreplay and I looked down to see my cock leaking. Coating my thumb with the pleasure she evoked, I pressed my thumb into her mouth, watching as she sucked it clean with an appreciative moan which shot straight to my balls.
Impatiently, I crawled between her thighs, hands curling and pressing into her skin.
“Hold still,” I murmured, voice rough with desire, and then finally I buried my face in her, basking in the reward of her gasped moan as my tongue made first contact. A slow deliberate swipe, culminating with a languid flick against her swollen clit.
“Oh, God.” Her thighs tensed around me, spurring me on.
Taking my time, I savoured every flick, every press of my mouth against her, tasting the way she responded to me, her body reaching as if it was built for this. For us.
“Yes, baby,” I growled against her heat, “tell me what you need.”
Her fingers threaded into my hair now, hips lifting in rhythm with every stroke of my tongue as I alternated my tempo, featherlight flicks then flattening my tongue against her, coaxing her closer, pushing herhigher.
“I need,” she started before falling into a series of heavy whimpers. “I need,” she tried again, “to ride your face,” she breathed in a low voice, my promise from earlier damn near sinful falling from her lips. My cock twitched, and fuck if I didn’t groan at the sound of her request. Without hesitation, I nipped at her thigh before dropping down beside her, eyes locked on hers as she knelt and straddled me with that same control that always drove me mad.
Hovering over me, she paused, suddenly apprehensive. “Are you sure?” She asked timidly, the scent of her this close making me dizzy.
In response, my hands flew to her hips. “Sit on my face, baby,” I commanded, smothering my mouth with her core and with a full body shudder she sank down. Rocking against me, I opened, tongue eager, desperate to give her everything this pussy needed. Her movements were slow, nervous almost and I coaxed her with soft praise, of how good she tasted, how hot she looked and how faultless she was sitting on my face, until her rhythm became grinding. Each whispered affirmation edging her closer and I watched as she became bolder, reaching for the headboard with one hand, the other in her hair, those tits bouncing and begging for me to have them next.
“I want to feel you come apart on my mouth, baby. Let me taste you when you fall apart,” I pleaded, pressing a thumb just above where my mouth worked, adding pressure in sync with the tight circles of my tongue.
Both of her hands dropped to the headboard now as her pace quickened. Her movements were reckless, her moans audibly unhinged and knowing she was coming apart on my mouth made me crumble. I’d never been so fucking turned on and I moaned into her, drunk on the way her body clenched, the way she panted.
“Oh, fuck,” her husky tone was loud and unfiltered, before her pace turned frantic and her body began to tremble. With the sheets twisted beneath us and her thighs braced on either side of my face, I groaned into her, guiding her movements as she fuckedherself on my face, unravelling with a cry of my name as I drank her explosion.
She slumped forward, chest heaving, her thighs still trembling and I let her ride out every wave, licking her gently now as her slick thighs brushed my cheeks as she sat back with a satisfied smirk.
“Now that was memorable,” she teased, breath catching as she grinned.
