She's already wet, and I delve deeper, lapping at her folds, circling her clit with gentle pressure.
Her hips lift off the bed, grinding against my face as she moans softly and fists her hands in the sheets.
"Oh God, yes," she moans. "Just like that. Don't stop."
I don't.
I suck her clit into my mouth, humming against her, the vibration making her thighs tremble around my head.
My fingers join in, sliding one inside her, then two, curling to hit that spot that makes her gasp my name.
She's tight, clenching around me, her body building toward release.
"Fuck, you taste so good," I growl, lifting my head just enough to watch her face contort in pleasure. "Come for me,Bella. Let me feel it."
Her back arches as she shatters, walls pulsing around my fingers; her cries echo in the room.
I keep going, drawing it out until she's writhing, oversensitive and begging.
"Please," she whimpers. "I need you inside me."
I crawl back up her body, shedding my boxers in one swift movement.
My cock is hard and aching, and I position myself at her entrance, rubbing the tip through her wetness.
She's still trembling from her orgasm, her eyes half-lidded and hungry.
"Look at me," I command, and when she does, I thrust in deep, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke.
She grunts softly, her nails latching onto my shoulders.
"Yes! Fuck, you're so huge."
I hold still for a moment, letting her adjust, feeling her heat envelop me completely.
Then I start moving, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in.
Each thrust draws a moan from her lips that does things to my mind.
"Harder," she urges, her legs locking tighter around me. "Give me everything."
I pick up the pace, pounding into her with raw intensity, while the bed creaks under us.
Sweat slicks our skin, and I grip her hips, angling deeper, hitting that perfect spot over and over.
Her moans turn to breathless cries, and she starts panting.
"You feel so fucking perfect," I rasp, leaning down to capture her lips in a bruising kiss. "Tight and wet just for me."
She meets every thrust, her body rising to mine, our movements frantic now.
"I'm yours," she gasps, "all yours. Don't stop."
"Fuck," I grunt, sliding into her deeper each time I thrust in.
Her body fits me like a glove and I never want it to end, but I'm starting to lose control.
Her confession of love made something inside me snap.
