She melts against me with a sigh, and when I gently roll us so she's beneath me, she yields. Her silk slip has ridden up around her waist, revealing the creamy expanse of her thighs, and the fabric whispers against the sheets.
"You're sure?" she whispers, and it floors me that she's still asking.
I trace the curve of her cheek, taking in how she looks right now—flushed and rumpled, and so fucking beautiful it hurts. "Yeah, Shortcake." I kiss her again, softer this time. "I've never been more certain of anything."
She nods and I trail my lips down her neck, tongue finding her pulse point. Her heartbeat races beneath my mouth, and knowing I'm doing this to her—thatImake her feel this way—makes my cock throb painfully against the mattress.
I savor her. She arches when my mouth discovers the hollow between her collarbones, gasps when I venture lower to the base of her throat, and her nails leave crescent moons in my shoulders when my teeth graze sensitive skin. Each sound she makes surpasses the last, becoming an addiction I have no desire to break.
"Can I?" My voice is gravel as I catch the hem of her slip, and she nods instantly, lifting her hips to help me.
I drag the silk upward with agonizing deliberation, my gaze devouring every inch of skin as it's exposed. When I finally get it over her head, I nearly swallow my tongue. She's wearing nothing but tiny black lace panties that barely cover anything, a stark contrast against her creamy skin.Holy shit. Her tits are perfect—full, and topped with rosy nipples that have already hardened under my stare. The dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the plush stomach—I want to mark every inch of her as mine.
"You're drooling," she murmurs, pink blooming down her chest.
"Can't help it." My thumb traces the curve under her breast, watching goosebumps follow my touch. "You look like every dream I've ever had come to life."
"A dirty one?" she teases.
"The absolute filthiest," I growl against her navel, moving lower.
Her thighs part the moment I shift down the bed, her body anticipating what's coming. I settle between them,hands anchoring her hips as my thumbs toy with the lace along her center, deliberately avoiding where she wants me most.
The heady scent of her arousal clouds my senses. She's drenched, the black lace dark and clinging to her pussy, and the sight makes my mouth flood.
She jolts when I press my mouth to the sensitive skin beside her core.
"Use your words," I demand, breathing hot against her center. "Tell me what you want."
Her fingers weave into my hair, tugging with enough force to make me groan. The sharp sting sends heat spiraling through me. "Your mouth. I need your mouth on me. I want you to make me come."
That plea demolishes me. I hook my fingers into her panties and drag them down, keeping my eyes locked on hers as I reveal her bare pussy, already swollen and glistening wet. The sight alone has me grinding against the mattress, desperate for any friction.
Fuck, she's perfect. All of her. The way she's watching me with those huge blue eyes, chest rising and falling with each shallow breath, thighs spread wide like she's offering herself up for worship.
I press my lips to her inner thigh, then the other, inhaling that intoxicating mix of soap and arousal. The skin here is impossibly soft, and I can feel her pulse racing beneath my mouth. When I finally drag my tongue through her slick folds, the taste explodes across my senses and her hips buck with a broken cry.
"You taste incredible," I groan, burying my face deeper.
Her moan cuts through me, and she tries to grind against my face, but I pin her hips down, licking long, deliberate strokes. The sounds she makes—soft whimpers evolving into desperate moans—drive me insane. When I close my lips around her clit and suck, her breathing shatters.
"Caleb—oh god—" My name breaks on her lips.
I devour her, circling her with my tongue, drawing her in until her thighs tremble against my shoulders. The sheets tangle beneath us, and the old bed frame creaks with each movement. Her nails scrape my scalp, the sting exquisite, and I groan against her pussy, the vibration pulling another cry from her throat. This surpasses every fantasy I've harbored.
I slide a finger inside her, and her pussy clenches around me so tight I almost lose it. The heat of her, the way she squeezes down like she's starving for it, has me rutting harder into the mattress.
"That's it. That's my girl. So fucking perfect for me."
My girl.The words feel right. True. Like they've been waiting in my chest for months. Years, even.
Her body arches, trying to take more, but I hold her steady. Every taste of her is better than the last and, and I know I'll never have enough. The room grows warmer, filled with the symphony of her pleasure.
"There?" I murmur, focusing my tongue exactly where she needs it.
"Yes . . . please don't stop . . . right there . . ."
I add a second finger, stretching her while keeping up the rhythm with my tongue. She writhes beneath me, panting, hair plastered to her temples with sweat, and it's the hottest thing I've ever seen.
