“You taste so sweet,” he murmured against my skin.
He moved lower, tongue tracing my stomach until his mouth found my pussy—wet, swollen, aching. Then he licked me—slowly at first, broad strokes from entrance to clit, savoring.
“So wet for me,” he growled. “All this for me?”
“Yes,” I gasped, hips bucking. “Only you.”
His tongue circled my clit with perfect pressure, then flicked fast while two fingers pushed inside me, thick and curling to hit a spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. I moaned loudly, hands fisting the blanket, the wet sounds of his mouth and fingers obscene and perfect.
“Fuck, you sound so hot,” he said, voice muffled against me. “Come on my tongue, Allegra. Let me feel it.”
The pleasure built like a storm—tight, coiling heat in my belly, spreading outward in waves. My thighs trembled, breath coming in pants and whimpers. When he sucked my clit hard, fingers thrusting faster, I plummeted over the edge.
The orgasm crashed over me, intense and blinding, my pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers as I cried out his name—a long, broken “Hux” that echoed in the room.
He didn’t stop until I was weak and breathless. Then, he rose above me, lips shiny with me, eyes locked on mine.
“I think there might be some condoms around here somewhere,” he said.
“I’m on birth control,” I whispered desperately, reaching for him. “Please, I need you inside me now.”
“Fuck, thank God,” he breathed, relief and hunger mixing as he positioned himself, thick head nudging my entrance.
He slid in slowly, inch by inch, eyes never leaving mine, muscles taut with restraint. The stretch burned—sharp at first, a deep ache as he filled me completely—but underneath was fullness, rightness.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned through gritted teeth. “So perfect. Tell me if it’s too much.”
“It hurts…but don’t stop,” I panted, wincing. “I want you.”
“Touch yourself,” he murmured gently, staying still inside me. “Rub that pretty clit. It’ll make it better—I promise.”
I did, fingers circling my slick clit as he watched, his cock twitching inside me. His expression darkened, a low “Fuck, that’s hot” rumbling from him.
The pain eased into pleasure, sparks building again. He started to move—slow, deep thrusts that dragged over every sensitive spot.
“Look at me,” he said roughly. “Watch me fuck you.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away—his face intense, sweat beading on his brow, body flexing with each roll of his hips. The slap of skin on skin grew louder, wetter, mixed with our gasps and moans.
“Feels so good,” I moaned. “You’re so deep…harder, please.”
“Yeah? Like this?” He thrust harder, angling to hit that spot, and I cried out sharply.
“Yes. Oh god, yes.”
The pressure coiled again, tighter this time, fueled by the fullness of him, the friction, his dirty words. “You’re gonna come on my cock, aren’t you?” he growled. “Milk me dry.”
It hit me suddenly—waves of heat exploding from my core, pussy clenching hard around him in rhythmic pulses. I screamed his name, nails digging into his back, body arching as ecstasy ripped through me, toes curling, vision whiting out.
“Fuck, Allegra—I’m coming,” he roared, burying deep with one final thrust, cock pulsing hot jets inside me. His groan was primal, body shuddering as he filled me.
We collapsed into a tangle, his arms wrapped around me, my head resting on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat—fast at first, then gradually slowing. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my bare shoulder.
I’d expected to feel different afterward. Changed somehow. And I did, but not in the way I’d imagined. I didn’t feel like I’d lost something. I felt like I’d found it.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice a low rumble beneath my ear.
“More than okay.”
