I thrust my tongue in and out, mimicking what I want to do with my cock later, building her up slow. Ava's hands find my hair again, pulling hard.
"Mason... it's too much... feels so..."
Her words dissolve into a moan as I lap at her folds, sucking her clit harder, one hand sliding up to pinch her nipple through her bra.
I can feel her getting wetter, her juices coating my chin, dripping down. My dick strains painfully, but I ignore it. This is her night.
I add a finger, just the tip, pressing against her entrance while my tongue works her clit relentlessly. She's so tight, resisting at first, but I ease in slow, curling it to hit that spot inside.
"Yes! Right there," she gasps, hips grinding against my face. Her body's on fire, scars forgotten in the rush of pleasure.
I pump my finger deeper, adding a second when she relaxes, stretching her gently while my mouth devours her.
She's close, I can tell by the way her thighs quake, her breaths coming in ragged pants.
"Come for me, Ava," I demand, voice muffled against her pussy. "Let me taste you come."
I suck harder, tongue flicking fast, fingers thrusting in rhythm. She shatters with a scream, back arching off the bed, pussy pulsing around my fingers as her orgasm floods my mouth.
I don't stop, lapping every drop, drawing it out until she's shaking, oversensitive and whimpering.
Finally, I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, eyes on hers. She's flushed, chest heaving, looking at me like I'm her whole world.
"That was... incredible," she whispers, reaching for me.
I crawl up her body, kissing her softly this time, letting her taste herself on my lips.
"We're not done," I say, my hard cock pressing against her thigh through my jeans. "But when I fuck you, it'll be perfect."
Her hand slides down, palming me boldly through the fabric. "Then don't make me wait too long."
Chapter 6
Viper
Ishovethelastof my clothes off and crawl back over her, settling between her thighs like I’ve earned the right to be here. Because I have. She gave it to me.
She’s already bare for me. Laid out, flushed, wrecked from my mouth, and somehow still looking up at me like I hung the moon. It guts me.
I brace my weight on my forearms, nose brushing hers.
“You sure?” My voice is rough. It scrapes.
She nods, slow, steady. “Yes. I want this… I wantyou.”
Fuck. She says it like it means something.
I kiss her. No rush, no heat, just lips and breath and her fingers curling around the back of my neck like she doesn’t want to let go.
I press my hips down. My cock slips between her slick folds, dragging through that heat. We both gasp. Her nails bite into my shoulders.
“You feel what you do to me?” I murmur. “Youownme like this.”
She arches up, thighs tightening around my waist. “Then show me.”
I reach between us and line myself up, rubbing the head against her entrance, slow and easy.
Her breath stutters.
