She was right, but the words still landed like a talon on my chest. I crossed the carpet, slow but inexorable, and let the bulk of my presence fill the room. She watched me, eyes drinking in every motion—my hair loose down my back, my skin dark and humming, the way I hesitated at the foot of the bed like I was waiting for an invitation.
Her fingers curled into the edge of the mattress, knuckles whitening, and I realized with a jolt that she was just as flayed open as I was.
I didn’t try to be smooth. I just bent and laid my hands on her knees, skin to skin. Her legs parted, a reflex or an invitation—maybe both.
“Are you cold?” I asked, because the goose bumps on her legs looked more like a topographical map than human skin.
“No.” Her voice didn’t waver. “Just waiting for you to decide if you’re going to kiss me or eat me.”
“So what if I can’t choose?” I said, and I swept her up.
I pressed her knees wide, then slid my hands, palms open and reverent, up the warm planes of her thighs. Annie’s skin wasso delicate next to mine, tender parchment packed tight with nerves. I let my thumbs trace the trembling muscles above her knees; she shivered under my touch, her eyes huge, pulse a little drumbeat at her throat. I didn’t rush. I wanted every inch.
Annie let her head tip back, hair fanned out across the pillow, and her eyes slid shut as I traced featherlight lines up to her hips. She smelled faintly of sweat and ozone and the clover-wet slick of lake air off the deck. I inhaled her, let the want fill all the empty places.
I lowered myself, careful as a cat, and laid my mouth just below her navel, tasting the fine spray of heat that radiated there. I kissed a line down, barely grazing the skin, not stopping until my mouth hovered over the pale thatch of hair above her cunt. Even now, I could sense the tension in her, the way she was bracing in case I'd turn cruel or careless. I forced my own body to breathe, to slow down, to get this right. I let my forked tongue taste her, one tip tracing the seam, the other circling, and Annie gasped—a sound so sudden and involuntary it cracked open something in me.
I took my time. I let her feel every split second, every scrape of my tongue, every measured exhalation. I lapped at her, slow at first, a ticklish feather of sensation, then deeper, pressing one end of the tongue inside while the other flicked upward to catch her clit. The possibilities were endless with a tongue that split on command. She grabbed the sheets, fists twisted tight as tourniquets, her voice punching out of her in these little staccato bursts, not even words at first—just gasps, then my name, then "fuck, Sam, don't stop." I didn't. I could have done this for hours. Iwantedto do this for hours. I wanted to know the precise ratio of pressure-to-pleasure that would break her mind, make her forget the long line of mortals and monsters and disappointments before me.
She arched, hips rolling hard, and her hands shot out, one tangling in my hair and the other gripping my horn like she was white-knuckling a roller coaster. The pain was exquisite—it tipped me into a fever that made my whole body buzz. I let her use me for leverage, let her ride my face, let her show me exactly how she wanted it. The air was thick with her heat.
Her thighs clamped around my head, a vise of muscle and need, and Annie’s voice lost its sarcasm, lost its edge—it was just pure, keening want.
“Fuck, Samiel, you’re going to kill me,” she gasped, her hand scrabbling at my scalp, nails finding new purchase as she tried to outpace the pleasure. “Holy fuck, what—what even is that—oh my god—” The words tumbled out, raw and unguarded, and I realized with a pulse of pride that I was the first to make her sound like this.
I doubled down, letting the split ends of my tongue work in tandem—one tip swirling her clit, the other plunging into the sweet, clenching heat of her pussy. She bucked hard, and her whole body seized, a coiled spring releasing, and she came with a violence that would have embarrassed her if she’d had enough brain left to process it. She clamped my face tight to her, hips rutting up, a ragged scream scraping out of her throat. I felt her pulse on my tongue, a slick, shuddering flood, and I drank it in, greedy for every drop.
She tried to pull away, even as her legs locked around my neck like a python, but I wouldn’t let her go. I pressed her down, hands braced on her hips, and lapped at her through the aftershocks, tongue working as her body shivered and spasmed, her nails raking bloody crescents into my forearms. “Fuck—Sam—god, stop, it’s—” she pleaded, but her cunt fluttered on my tongue, desperate for more even as her brain begged for mercy.
I drew back just enough to breathe and she tried to clamp her thighs shut, but I gripped them, hard enough to leave finger marks.
“Not done.” I growled, and went right back in.
She yelped, a high, shattered sound, and twisted so hard she nearly bucked me off. But I was stronger, and she knew it, and the shock of my tongue—slick, relentless, unmerciful—sent her into a second wave that crashed over the first, her body convulsing in a way I could only describe as seismic. This time, the orgasm ripped through her so hard she forgot how to breathe. I felt her fingers lock on my horn, squeezing until my vision went white at the edges, and I moaned into her, letting the vibration shudder up her spine.
Annie tried to say my name, maybe to beg off, maybe to spur me on, but it was just a strangled vowel, a prayer in a language that only made sense in the dark. She lay on the bed, legs splayed, arms thrown wide above her head, sweat streaking the hollows of her belly and neck, as I traced my tongue up through the last aftershocks, licking her clean.
And when it was done, when she was wrung out and gasping with her cheek pressed to the pillow, I rose over her, bracing my knees on either side of her hips. She opened her eyes, dazed and ocean-blue, and reached for me without words. I let her drag herself up my body, let her catch her breath against my chest, let her kiss me with the wild, spent mouth of a woman who’d been cracked open and found the world on the other side.
I kissed her back, slow and soft. After all that animal want, the simplicity of a kiss—just lips and tongues, just the slow melt of bodies finding their way toward each other—stopped me dead.
"You taste better than anything I've had in forty years," I said.
Her eyes glittered, sharp and delighted. “You’re about to get so sick of hearing me scream your name.”
I grinned and started to answer, but she pressed a finger to my lips, then ducked under my arm and slithered off the bed. She landed in a controlled fall, knees thudding softly into the carpet, and before I could ask what she was doing, she’d already wrapped both hands around the base of my cock.
She looked up at me, eyes bright with reverence and mischief. “My turn,” she said. “Relax or I’ll bite.”
I’d been inside a thousand fantasies, lived out every permutation of pleasure, but nothing came close to the sight of Annie kneeling, hair a mess, gaze daring me to break. She stroked my cock, one hand working the shaft, the other cupping my balls with a gentle, decisive grip. She bent her head and licked, slow and deliberate, lapping a line from root to the spade-shaped head, then swirling her tongue around it like she was taste-testing gelato. She didn’t hesitate—not even as her lips parted to take the head, the flare of it stretching her jaw wide enough that her eyes watered on contact. She pulled back, breathless, and squinted up at me with a look of mock accusation.
“You’re fucking huge,” she said, voice half-muffled by the still-wet shine on her lips. “I mean, I saw it, but I didn’t think...” She wrapped her hand tighter around the base, then squeezed up to the knot, as if confirming its existence with a scientific grip. “Jesus, Sam, how did you even fit this in me?”
I laughed, helpless against the pride and the hunger in her face. “You’re the one who said not to hold back.”
She bit her lower lip, eyes fixed on the cock in her fist. “I did. And I meant it.” Then she tipped her head, lined up the head of my cock with her mouth, and took me in one slow, steady swallow, her tongue curled around the ridge, savoring thestretch. She bobbed once—twice—then pulled off with a gasp, eyes wide and wild.
“Holy shit, Samiel,” she said, dazed, “this is going to ruin me for everyone.”
