When it's off, he looks at me like he could devour me whole. He reaches up to curl a tendril of my hair around his finger, and the gesture is so unexpectedly gentle that I feel something inside me melt.
“You’re the prettiest girl on the block, Gela Jones.”
I smile, leaning in to brush my lips against his again.
“And did I mention how large the block runs?” he murmurs.
His words, his touch, his rough hands, his sweet gestures, all of it is a poisonous combination that makes me lose all my patience.
Drunk on him, I reach for his belt. He helps me, undoing the buckle with one hand while using his other to unclasp my bra.
The moment my breasts are free, his eyes darken. He cups one, his thumb brushing over my nipple, and my body jerks in response. Then he’s kissing me again, and I clench between my legs at how good it feels to be naked under his touch.
His hands move to my ass, squeezing, then pushing upward to guide me. I rise to my knees above him and reach for the button of my jeans to get them off.
He’s impatient too, I can tell. He moves as fast as he can, helping me slide the jeans down my hips.
But before I can settle back onto him, though, he moves suddenly, guiding me back down onto the couch.
He hovers over me and brushes up against my lips again, but only briefly before he begins to kiss a path down my neck, my collarbone, right down to between my breasts. Each bit of skin his lips touch feels branded, hot, searing.
He keeps moving down, across my stomach, his tongue dipping into my belly button until I squirm. When he reaches the edge of my panties, I lift my hips slightly, and he hooks his fingers into the waistband.
But instead of using his hands, he catches the cotton between his teeth, dragging it slow down my legs. The sight makes my whole body clench, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut, wrecked by how hot it is.
When I open them again, he's settled between my thighs, looking at me like I'm a feast and he's starving. I’m hungry too, with pure, aching want.
I knit my fingers through his hair and buck up against his mouth, my body writhing beneath his.
I hear him growl before he goes down on me, but despite the roar from his throat, the first lap of his tongue against me is torturously gentle. It’s a whisper, a tease, making me want him even more than I thought possible.
I whimper, and he strokes me firmer, from bottom to top, ending with a flick against my clit that makes me gasp.
“Fuck, you're soaking,” he growls, and his voice sends shivers through me.
He strokes me like that a while longer, until I feel like he’s my goddamn caffeine hit, waking up every sleeping nerve in mybody. Then, he slides a finger inside and curls it so crooked that I arch off the couch.
He then puts in another, and I feel that delicious stretch and beautiful burn that makes me clutch at the cushions beneath me and moan out loud.
“That's it,” he encourages as he begins to form a faster rhythm with his fingers. “Let me hear you.”
His mouth returns to my clit, sucking gently while his fingers continue their magic. He keeps tapping that one spot inside me, and the pleasure builds and builds.
That coiling tension low in my belly grows tighter with every stroke of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers.
And then it snaps.
My orgasm crashes over me in waves that seem to go on forever. My toes curl, my back arches, and I cry out his name as the spark of energy bursts and travels up and down my body. I'm vaguely aware of gripping his hair too tightly, of my thighs trembling around his head, but I can't control any of it.
As I start to come down, I expect him to stop, to give me a moment to recover. But he doesn't. If anything, he doubles his efforts and his tongue circles my already throbbing clit while his fingers continue dancing inside me.
“Valentin, Oh my god,” I squeal as I feel my entire body turn to jelly.
The overstimulation quickly shifts back to pleasure, and impossibly, I feel another orgasm building. This one hits faster and harder, stealing my breath while it does. My entire body shakes with it, and I swear I see stars.
When I finally come back to reality, I'm boneless and spent. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m feeling really selfish.
I reach down and tug at his shoulders to pull him up my body.
