"Fuck," he breathes, his voice strained as I wrap my fingers around his length.
I lean forward, my tongue darting out to taste him. I circle the head slowly, deliberately, savoring the salty flavor while my hand begins a slow rhythm along his shaft. His breathing grows heavier as I take more of him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks.
A moan escapes me and the vibration causes him to let out a deep moan.
I look up to find his eyes on me, intense and hungry. The connection between us is electric as I continue to take his cock in my mouth, varying pressure and speed, discovering what makes his breathing quicken.
His hands find my hair, fingers threading through it as he begins to move with me. I feel his thighs flexing beneath my hands, the muscles tightening as his hips rise gently to meet my mouth. His breath comes in short, ragged bursts now, punctuated by deep groans that send thrills through my body.
"Fuck," he gasps, his voice strained. "Your mouth feels amazing."
I can feel the tension building in him, his thighs trembling slightly under my palms. His grip in my hair tightens, not painfully but with an urgency that makes my core throb with need. I want him inside me, want to feel him stretch me open. The thought alone makes me moan around him again.
I pull back, letting him slip from my mouth with a soft pop. His eyes fly open, dark with desire.
Before I can say anything, he's reaching for me, strong hands gripping my waist and lifting me effortlessly onto the bed. He lays me out across the mattress, my head finding the pillows as he positions himself above me, his powerful body caging mine.
I expect him to enter me immediately—his hardness presses against my thigh, hot and insistent—but instead, he begins a slow descent down my body. His mouth leaves a trail of heat as he kisses my neck, my collarbone, my breasts.
"My turn," he whispers, his voice a delicious rumble.
His mouth trails hot kisses down my stomach. His hands find the button of my jeans, making quick work of it as he drags down the zipper. In one fluid motion, he tugs both my jeans and panties down my legs, tossing them somewhere behind him.
He kneels between my legs and lowers his head, his face hovering just above my center. I feel his warm breath against mymost sensitive skin as he inhales deeply, his eyes closing for a moment.
"You smell incredible," he murmurs, his voice thick with want.
My cheeks flush with heat as he gently pushes my thighs further apart, his large hands warm against my skin. His tongue finds my clit, making slow, deliberate circles around the sensitive bud.
"Oh god," I gasp, my back arching off the bed.
His hands tighten on my thighs, holding me in place as he continues his gentle exploration. The circles are maddeningly light, teasing, building a slow burn deep in my core. I reach down, my fingers threading through his thick hair, needing to touch him.
His tongue is masterful, alternating between those soft circles and long, languid strokes that have me trembling. His technique is incredible—the perfect pressure, the perfect rhythm. My hips buck against his face as the tension builds, coiling tighter and tighter low in my belly.
"Don't stop," I gasp, my fingers tightening in his hair. "Please, right there."
He continues and it sends me hurtling toward the edge. My thighs begin to tremble as the pressure builds to an unbearable point.
When he sucks with more force on my clit, I shatter. My entire body convulses as waves of pleasure crash through me. I almost cry out but remember we have to be quiet.
Before I can even catch my breath, Denton is moving up my body. His eyes are hungry, his expression almost feral.
He positions himself between my still-trembling thighs. With one powerful thrust, he enters me completely. The force of it makes me gasp, my eyes widening as he fills me entirely, stretching me in the most delicious way.
"I'm not sure how long I'm going to last," he says, his voice strained. His forehead presses against mine, his breathing ragged against my lips. "You feel too damn good."
“Let go then,” I say, feeling incredibly pleased with myself that he’s this turned on.
His hips thrust forward, the muscles in his arms trembling as he holds himself above me. I can see the concentration on his face.
But just when I think he's about to let go, his rhythm suddenly changes. He slows down, his strokes becoming deeper and more deliberate.
"Not yet," he whispers, his voice strained.
Then his hand moves between our bodies, his thumb finding my still-sensitive clit. I gasp at the contact, my hips jerking upward.
"Oh!" The sensation is almost too much after my first orgasm, but he applies just the right pressure, circling slowly, deliberately. The dual sensations—him filling me completely while his thumb works its magic—has me spiraling toward another peak almost immediately.
