I slide down her body. Press kisses to her ribs, her stomach, the jut of her hip bone. She’s shaking, her legs falling open, and when I settle between them?—
Fuck.
She’s drenched. Slick coating her thighs, her pussy swollen and flushed and glistening. The scent of her arousal hits me full force and my cock jerks in my jeans, my knot pulsing with the need to be inside her.
Not yet. This isn’t about me.
I look up at her. “Tessa. I need you to tell me this is okay. That you want?—”
“Ben.” She props herself up on her elbows, glaring at me with heat-glazed eyes. “If you don’t put your mouth on me in the next three seconds, I’m going to?—”
“Yes ma’am.”
I spread her thighs wider and she whimpers, her hips lifting off the mattress. “Look at you,” I murmur, running my hands up her trembling thighs. “So slick for me. Making a mess of your nest already.” I drag one finger through her folds, barely touching, and she jerks like I’ve shocked her. “Been thinking about this for two years. Wondering what you’d taste like. What sounds you’d make.”
“Ben—” She squirms, trying to press closer. “Stop talking andtouchme?—”
“Can’t help it.” I press a kiss to her inner thigh, right where the slick is glistening. “I talk when I’m nervous. And you make me real nervous, sweetheart.”
“I’ll give you something to be nervous about if you don’t—oh?—”
I lick a stripe through the slick on her inner thigh before she can finish the threat. She keens, her hips jerking, and the taste of her explodes across my tongue. Sweet. Rich. Addictive. I groan against her skin and do it again, chasing every drop, working my way closer to where she needs me.
“Please please please—” She’s chanting now, hands fisted in the blankets, head thrown back.
I give her what she wants.
The first lick through her folds makes her scream. I seal my mouth over her clit and suck, and she shatters—just like that, coming apart with a sob, her thighs clamping around my head, her whole body shaking.
I don’t stop.
I work her through it and keep going, licking into her, fucking her with my tongue while she writhes and moans above me. She tastes incredible. I can’t get enough. My cock is throbbing, my knot aching so hard it hurts, and I grind against the mattress just to take the edge off.
“Ben—” She tugs at my hair. “Ben, I need—inside, I need you inside?—”
I slide two fingers into her and she clamps down so tight I groan against her clit. She’s hot and slick and perfect. I curl my fingers, find the spot that makes her back bow off the mattress, and thrust.
“Yes—” She’s riding my hand now, fucking herself on my fingers, chasing it. “More, I need more?—”
I add a third finger. Stretch her open. She takes it easily, her body desperate for something to fill her, her pussy clenching around my fingers like she never wants to let go.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her thigh. “Taking me so well. You’re soaked, Tessa. Dripping all over my hand.” I thrust deeper and she cries out. “Can’t wait to feel you clench around my knot like this. Gonna stretch you so wide. Lock you in place until you can’t remember your own name.”
I know what she really needs. She needs a knot. Needs to be stretched wide and locked in place until the ache finally stops.
Soon. But not yet.
“So fucking perfect,” I tell her, pumping my fingers steadily. “Can’t wait to feel you come apart again.”
“Ben—” She’s panting, her inner walls fluttering around me. “I’m gonna—I need?—”
I suck her clit into my mouth and thrust my fingers hard, and she breaks again—clenching and pulsing around me, crying out my name, slick gushing over my hand. I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down, until she’s pushing weakly at my shoulders.
“Too much—” She’s gasping. “Ben, I can’t?—”
I pull back. Press one last kiss to her inner thigh, then crawl back up her body until I can see her face.
She looks wrecked. Flushed and sweaty, her eyes glazed, her lips swollen from biting them. But underneath the haze, I can see her coming back to herself. The sharpness returning to her gaze.
