I nod, unable to form words as he presses soft kisses along my thigh, working his way inward. When his mouth finallyreaches my center, I gasp at the first contact. His tongue parts me gently, exploring with deliberate slowness. The warmth of his breath mingles with the heat building inside me.
"Oh, god," I whimper, my fingers finding their way back into his hair.
He hums against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. His tongue finds my clit, circling it with the perfect amount of pressure. My hips rise instinctively to meet him as pleasure spirals outward from his touch.
"Don't stop," I breathe, my head falling back against the pillow.
He increases the pressure slightly, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me steady as I begin to tremble. The slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue are driving me wild, building a tension that coils tighter with each passing second.
When he slides a finger inside me, I cry out.
"Just like that," I encourage him, my hips moving of their own accord, seeking more pressure, more friction.
He adds a second finger, curling them inside me as his tongue continues its relentless attention to my clit. The dual sensation is overwhelming—the stretch and fullness of his fingers combined with the wet heat of his mouth. My thighs begin to tremble as he increases his pace, his fingers moving in perfect rhythm with his tongue.
"Right there," I gasp, my back arching off the bed. "Yes..."
His free hand slides up to my breast, fingers teasing my nipple as he devours me. The combination of sensations—his mouth, his fingers inside me, his hand on my breast—is too much. I feel myself rushing toward the edge, helpless to slow down and not wanting to.
My entire body tenses as I shatter completely. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, my body convulsing as I cryout his name. The orgasm seems endless, pulsing through me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
As I come down, trembling and gasping, he gentles his touch but doesn't stop, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until I'm whimpering from the sensitivity. Only then does he slowly withdraw his fingers, pressing tender kisses to my inner thighs.
"You're so beautiful when you come," he whispers.
I smile and attempt to pull him up on top of me. “Want to see me come again?”
He nods and smiles as he crawls up my body. His eyes never leave mine as he positions himself between my thighs, his weight supported on his forearms.
"I need to be inside you," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.
I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around his hard length, guiding him to where I'm wet and ready. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, and I lift my hips to meet him.
He pushes forward slowly, filling me inch by exquisite inch. The delicious stretch has me gasping, my fingers digging into his shoulders. When he's finally deep inside me, we both let out deep groans of satisfaction.
"Fuck, Holly," he breathes against my neck. "You feel incredible."
He begins to move with slow, deliberate thrusts. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, building on the aftershocks of my earlier orgasm. I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle, taking him deeper.
"Yes," I moan, meeting his thrusts. "Just like that."
He sets a steady rhythm, his hips rolling into mine with perfect precision. Every thrust hits exactly where I need him, and I find myself meeting his movements, lifting my hips to take him in more fully.
The tension inside me builds rapidly with every thrust, his eyes locked on mine with incredible intensity. My body tightens around him as the pleasure spirals higher, coiling tighter and tighter until suddenly?—
"Oh god, Denton!" I cry out as the dam breaks. My entire body convulses, waves of ecstasy washing through me from my core outward. It's overwhelming—more intense than before, more powerful than I ever imagined. I grip his shoulders, my back arching off the bed.
"That's it, baby," he groans, watching me come apart beneath him.
I'm still trembling with aftershocks when his rhythm falters. His eyes close, his jaw clenches, and his fingers dig into my hips. "Holly, I'm—" he manages before his words dissolve into a deep, guttural groan. He thrusts deeply one final time, his whole body shuddering as he finds his release. The look on his face makes my heart clench.
We collapse together but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he stays buried inside me, his weight a comforting anchor, his face pressed into the crook of my neck. His breath is warm against my skin, his heart hammering against my ribs in a rhythm that slowly begins to steady.
He shifts slightly, just enough to brush his lips against my temple. “Okay?” he murmurs, his voice raspy.
I tilt my head, finding his lips again for a soft, lingering kiss. “More than okay,” I whisper against his mouth. A wave of bone-deep contentment washes over me. The fear is gone, replaced by a profound sense of peace.
He smiles against my lips, a real smile, warm and relieved and full of a joy I haven’t seen in him before. He pulls me closer, tucking my head under his chin, his arms wrapping securely around me. One hand strokes my bare back, slow, soothing circles that lull me towards sleep. The cool sheets, the warmthof his body, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek… it feels like a cocoon of safety and belonging.
