He leans back to look at me, eyes raking over every curve, every inch. His hands follow, stroking up my thighs, over my hips, across my stomach.
“You’re unreal,” he says quietly. “Every part of you. I could look at you like this forever.”
I reach for his shirt, tugging at the buttons. “Can I see you too?"
He helps me, shrugging out of his jacket first, then unbuttoning his shirt quickly. I push it off his shoulders, running my hands over the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his abs. There’s a scar just under his ribs. I trace it with my fingertips.
He watches me, letting me explore, then catches my wrists and brings my hands to his belt.
“Undo it,” he says. “I want your hands on me.”
I fumble with the buckle, then the button and zipper beneath. He lifts his hips so I can push his pants and boxer briefs down between the tangle of our legs, and his cock springs free. I wrap my hand around him instinctively, stroking as he wriggles out of his pants the rest of the way, and I hear his boots thud on the floor.
He groans, head falling back for a second before he looks at me again. “Slow, baby. I want to enjoy every second of this.”
I stroke him slower then, watching his face, the way his jaw tightens, the way his breath catches.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Just like that.”
He pulls me into a deep kiss, tongue sliding against mine as his hands grip my ass, pulling me tighter against him so I can feel how hard he is between us. I rock against him without meaning to, and he breaks the kiss to curse under his breath.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he mutters. “Come here.”
He shifts us on the bed, lying back and pulling me up his body until I’m straddling his chest.
“I want your mouth on me,” he says, voice rough. “And I want mine on you. Turn around.”
I hesitate for only a second before turning, moving so I’m facing his dick and my knees are on either side of his head. He grips my hips and pulls me down until I’m hovering just above his mouth.
“Don’t be shy,” he says. “Sit on my face, Sabine. I want to taste you.”
I lower myself slowly and the first swipe of his tongue makes me gasp. He groans against me, hands tightening on my thighs as I shudder and almost collapse over him. It's almost embarrassing the filthy sounds he makes as he spreads me and devours the moisture my body is making for him, but it feels incredible.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he says, voice muffled. “I've been thinking about this for days.”
He licks me again, then circles my clit with the tip of his tongue. I moan, leaning forward to take him into my mouth. He’s thick, hot, and I swirl my tongue around his head before sliding down as far as I can.
He thrusts up slightly, a low sound rumbling in his chest as he triggers my gag reflex and my throat constricts around him. It'sshocking and my eyes start watering, but I don’t pull back. I let him fuck my throat as he sucks and laps at my folds.
“That’s it,” he says. “Take me deeper, just like that.”
I do, hollowing my cheeks, moving up and down while he devours me from below. His tongue pushes inside me, then back to my clit, sucking gently. My hips rock against his face without permission.
"God, you want to come on my face?" he breathes against my core, making my body clench around nothing.
I moan around him in answer, and he growls, pulling me down harder against his mouth. We find a rhythm—he thrusts into my mouth as I grind against his tongue, both of us chasing the same thing.
His hands spread me open wider, fingers digging into my ass as he licks and sucks as if he were starving. I take him deeper, letting him hit the back of my throat, tears pricking my eyes from the stretch but not caring.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “Your mouth is perfect. Don’t stop.”
I whimper around his girth,trying to keep sucking him, but my focus is splintering. He sucks my clit into his mouth and flutters his tongue at the same time, and my back bows.
“That’s it,” he praises, voice thick. “Let me feel you fall apart. I’ve got you.”
He slides two fingers inside me without warning, curling them up, stroking that spot that makes my vision blur. My moan is muffled by his dick, but he hears it anyway.
“Fuck yes, moan for me. You’re so tight around my fingers. You love this, don’t you? Love riding my mouth while you choke on my dick.”
