He stops just in front of her, close enough that I can feel the subtle shift in her body as she senses his presence.
His hand guides his cock toward her, the wet tip brushing against her parted lips, leaving a faint sheen in its wake.
She groans, her lips parting instinctively to welcome him.
Her tongue flicks out to taste him.
Cal’s breath hitches, betraying the control he’s obviously been trying to maintain.
His hand finds her hair, fingers threading through the strands to slip himself deeper into her mouth.
My lips return to her neck, grazing the sensitive skin that’s already starting to bruise as I murmur against her, “You’re so fucking perfect.”
His hips shift slightly, a subtle thrust that she meets with a hum of approval, the vibration drawing a groan from him that echoes through the room.
Cal’s hand in her hair tightens slightly, his fingers flexing as he fights to keep his control. His hips rock forward, matching the rhythm she’s set.
“Fuck, Noelle,” he mumbles as her tongue swirls over him, drawing out another low groan.
I curl my fingers inside her, pressing against that spot that makes her gasp.
Her breath catches a sharp, needy sound that vibrates around Cal.
My thumb circles her clit slowly, making her body tighten again.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” I whisper against her ear.
She nods a small, desperate movement while her lips still work over Cal.
Her focus is unwavering even as her body begins to unravel.
The contrast is intoxicating—her control over him, her surrendering to me, the way she’s holding us both in this delicate balance that neither of us can pull away from.
Cal’s hand moves to her cheek, his thumb brushing over her flushed skin as he murmurs, “Look at me.”
His voice is soft but commanding, and her eyes flick up to meet his immediately. The connection between them is palpable, a silent exchange that has me plunging my fingers even deeper inside her.
I shift my hand at her throat. “Come for me.”
It’s like flipping a switch.
Her body seizes, a sharp gasp escaping her as she shatters, her walls pulsing around my fingers as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.
I hold her through it, my arm moving down to wrap around her waist to keep her steady as she trembles against me.
Cal’s breathing grows more erratic, his hand tightening in her hair as he mutters, “Fuck, I’m…”
His words cut off in a low groan, his body tensing as he spills into her mouth. Her lips and tongue working him until he’s trembling.
His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath. His hand softens in her hair, stroking gently now in a silent thank you as he leans back, pulling himself free from her mouth.
I pull my fingers out of her, bring them up to my lips to suck on. I moan as her taste fills my mouth, my own cock twitching against the seam of my jeans.
Noelle turns slightly to look at me over her shoulder. Her eyes are glassy with need, looking nowhere near satisfied.
The expression has me smirking and popping my fingers out of my mouth.
“On your hands and knees, sweetheart.”
