"Yes—right there—please—"
I loved how responsive she was, how honest and hungry for more. I added my fingers, sliding two inside her while my mouth worked her clit. She was tight, her inner walls clenching around my fingers as I found that spot that made her gasp.
"That's it," I murmured against her. "Let me hear you. Tell me what you need."
"More—please—I need more—"
I gave her more—faster, harder, my fingers curling to hit that spot with every thrust while my tongue flicked relentlessly over her clit. Her thighs trembled against my shoulders. She was close, her body tensing, those breathy little sounds getting higher and more desperate.
"Let go for me," I said. "I want to feel you come apart."
She shattered, crying out, her body pulsing around my fingers, back arching completely off the bed. I worked her through it, gentling my touch as the waves subsided, until she pushed at my head with a breathless laugh.
"Too much—sensitive—"
I kissed my way back up her body slowly, giving her time to recover. She was flushed, eyes glazed with pleasure, and whenI reached her mouth she pulled me into a deep kiss, not caring that she could taste herself on my lips.
"Your turn," she said, pushing at my shoulders with surprising strength.
I let her roll me onto my back. She unbuckled my belt with trembling fingers, and I lifted my hips to help her remove my jeans and boxer briefs in one fluid motion, freeing my erection.
"Is this okay?" I asked, suddenly worried I'd overwhelm her. "We don't have to—"
"I want to." She wrapped her hand around me, and I hissed at the contact. "Show me what you like."
I guided her hand, showing her the rhythm and pressure that worked. "That's it. Just like that. God, you're incredible."
When she bent down and wrapped her lips around me, I nearly lost it.
"Fuck—Candi—"
She looked up at me through her lashes, eyes dark with desire, and took me deeper in her mouth. The sight alone nearly undid me—this stunning woman on her knees between my legs, eager and unself-conscious, learning what I liked.
"Just like that," I managed, my hand gentle in her hair. Not pushing, just touching, grounding myself. "Use your hand on what you can't take."
She did, finding a rhythm that had my hips flexing despite my best efforts to stay still. Her tongue swirled around the head.
"You're so good at this. So fucking good."
She hummed around me, and the vibration sent pleasure shooting up my spine. I was getting close, too close, and I wanted to be inside her when I came.
"Candi—you need to stop—I'm going to—"
She pulled back slowly, lips swollen and wet, and the sight made me impossibly harder. "Was that okay?"
"Better than okay." I reached for her, pulling her up for a kiss. "Come here."
"Now what?" she asked with a small smile.
"Now you decide. What do you want?"
"I want..." She bit her lip, suddenly shy despite everything we'd just done. "Can I be on top? I want to see you."
"Yeah. God, yes."
She straddled me, and I gripped her hips, helping her line up. She sank down slowly, and we both groaned at the sensation. Her wet pussy was so tight and hot and perfect, I had to think about sawdust and grain patterns to keep from finishing right then.
"Okay?" I managed through gritted teeth.
