“My turn,” I whisper against his mouth.
I push him onto his back.
He lets me.
I straddle his hips, feel how hard he is through his jeans. He feels so thick and hard. I grind down once, twice, watching his head fall back, throat working.
Then I slide lower.
I pop the button on his jeans, drag the zipper down slowly. He’s commando. His cock springing free, heavy and flushed, the tip already slick.
I lick my lips.
His hips jerk.
I wrap my hand around him and stroke once, slow from base to tip. He groans, low and guttural.
Then I take him in my mouth.
No teasing. I slide down as far as I can, hollowing my cheeks, tongue swirling around the head. His hand flies to my hair, not pushing, just holding, fingers threading through the strands like he’s anchoring himself.
“Fuck, Meg—”
I hum around him. He curses again, his hips lifting just a fraction before he catches himself.
I work him slowly at first with long, wet drags of my mouth, tongue tracing every vein, sucking the head hard on every upstroke. Then faster. Deeper. Messier.
His breathing turns ragged. His thighs tremble, and the hand in my hair tightens.
“Baby, I’m going to come.”
I don’t stop.
I take him deep one more time, swallow around him, and he comes hard in hot pulses down my throat, groaning my name like a prayer.
When he’s spent, I pull off slowly, licking him clean, watching his chest heave.
He looks wrecked and so beautiful.
I crawl up his body, straddle his hips again. He’s already half-hard again.
I smile down at him. “Already?”
He grabs my hips, rolls us in one smooth motion, so I’m on my back again.
“Not done with you,” he growls.
He spreads my thighs wide, notches himself at my entrance, and rubs the head through my slickness.
I whimper. “Please.”
He pushes in, taking his time, letting me feel every thick inch. When he’s seated deep, he pauses, forehead pressed to mine.
“Look at me.”
I open my eyes. His eyes are dark, intense, full of something that looks dangerously close to love.
Then he starts to move. Slow, deep thrusts that drag against every sensitive place inside me. I wrap my legs around his waist, nails digging into his back.
