My breath hitches with his words, and our lips connect. Slightly tugging on my hair, he tilts my head back, and I open, letting his tongue into my mouth.
Need floods my system. One of my hands finds the back of his head, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck, and the other digs into the firm muscles of his back.
All the tension of the past couple days completely snaps, and the kiss turns filthier with every stroke of his tongue. I’ll be damned if this doesn’t lead to more. I need him. Fuck, I want him so badly it’s starting to hurt.
Pulling back, I find the brown and green swirls of his eyes. Without looking away, I drop to my knees before him.
“Claire,” he warns, swallowing hard.
“Shhhh,” I say. “You keep taking care of me, and now I want to take care of you.”
When I tug on the towel around his waist, it falls to the floor, and his cock comes into view. The stud on the tip teases me, and I bite my lower lip as I take in the sight before me.
“Is it okay if I touch you?”
“You better,” he grits out.
Running my hands over his hips, I explore his body under his gaze, noting the details of his tattoo like I’ve never done before.
A lion’s head is in the center of his thigh with a mix of flowers and greenery inked around it. I take note of each type of flower there—foxgloves, daisies, tulips, and…
I blink, not sure I’m seeing the fourth flower that’s hidden among them correctly.
“It’s an anemone,” he says, as I peer up at him.
“Why?”
“I think you know why.”
My hands trace the petals, and I lean forward, pressing a kiss to the center of the flower. I don’t give myself time to try to figure out the meaning behind my favorite flower being tattooed on his body. We can unpack that later. Right now, his hard cock is already glistening with pre-cum just from me being on my knees, and I want to make him feel good.
He shudders above me as I lay kisses along his thighs, inchingcloser to his shaft. Looking up at him, I circle my tongue around the head, playing with each of the little metal balls of his piercing before taking him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he says on a moan as my tongue glides down this shaft.
One of my hands finds the back of his leg and the other finds the base of his cock, working him in perfect unison with my mouth. Watching him react above me is enough to do me in. I like having control over him like this, like being able to make his knees buckle as I swirl my tongue around the tip of his length.
His hips thrust forward, pushing him deeper into the back of my throat and causing me to gag a little, but I don’t stop. I like this too much to care.
I like the way he tastes. The way he feels.
“God, you look so fucking hot on your knees like this for me,” he praises.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck hard and his legs buckle again.
“Careful,” he warns. “I’m not going to last…”
I cup his balls, massaging gently.
His head falls back, and a guttural groan escapes as his words stop mid sentence. Removing my mouth from his shaft, I continue to stroke him in my hand.
“What were you saying?” I croon.
“I was…uh…” He swallows hard, his eyes falling closed. “Sugar, you keep touching me like that, and I’m not going to last very long.”
“No? What if I touch you like this?”
Grinning, my head dips forward and I run my tongue over this piercing.
