I grip his hair while I open myself wider, braced against the wall.
“Ah, good girl,” he murmurs. He lifts one of my legs to rest on his shoulder and then his face is between my thighs, his breath in the dark curls covering my mound, licking mypussy, his rough scruff rubbing against my inner thighs, andoh my god.
“You’re so wet.” He flicks my clit with his tongue.
I gasp in sheer pleasure at the electric sensation building deep inside me. “You—make me—wet.”
“Good.” He licks me again.
My legs fall open more, offering all of me to him. I can’t think. Can’t fully catch my breath.
Don’t want to do either.
I just want to ride the sensations of Holt licking and sucking and teasing my pussy while desperate heat coils deep, deep inside me, revel in his approving hums while he eats me.
He swirls his tongue around my clit, and my hips buck into his face.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs. “Give me more of this delicious pussy.”
“Holt—”
“So good.” He licks me again. “Touch your breasts, Ziggy. Squeeze your nipples.”
I don’t know how I have enough control of my own body to obey his orders, but I do.
I rub my breasts, so much fuller today than they were before I got pregnant.
So much more sensitive too.
I squeeze my nipples while he sucks on my clit, and when he slides two fingers into my vagina, a high cry leaves my throat.
Oh my holy Chianti in heaven.
I’m coming so hard and fast I don’t even realize it’s happening until I’m throwing my head back against the wall, dropping my hands to grip his hair and hold him betweenmy legs, my toes curling while one foot presses hard into the floor and my other leg goes straight.
The world is glittery rainbows flashing in my vision. I feel the orgasm in my breasts, in my belly, in my heart.
Everything releasing.
Everything letting go on endless waves of hot, thick, wet ecstasy.
All courtesy of this utterly irresistible man who’s holding my hips while he licks and suckles at my pussy, eating me through my orgasm.
I don’t want it to end. I don’t want the world outside to exist.
I want to just be here, free to explore this thing between us.
No pressure one way or another.
Dammit.
Dammit.
My eyeballs are getting leaky.
The best orgasm of my life, and my eyeballs are getting leaky.
My body releases its last shudder, and I slump lower against the wall. “Oh my god,” I whisper.
