“Hey,” Felix says, looking up at me. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I smile and pull him back up to me. “I’m perfect.”
His hands slide to my hips, thumbs hooking in the waistband of my pajama pants. “These need to go.”
“Yours first.”
He grins and makes quick work of his athletic shorts and boxer briefs. Then I’m staring at those defined muscles, the light dusting of hair across his chest, the obvious evidence of exactly how much he wants this. I reach out and wrap my fingers around him, stroking him slowly.
He hisses, hips jerking forward. “Careful,” he warns, his voice nearly a growl. “Or this’ll be over before it starts.”
“I have faith in you,” I tease as he helps me shimmy out of my own panties.
When we’re both naked, skin to skin, he kisses me again. It’s slower this time, a savoring. “Tell me if anything doesn’t feel right.”
“I will, Felix. But I need?—”
He cuts me off with a wicked grin. “I know what you need.” He slides down my body and settles between my thighs. His hands spread me open, and then his mouth is on me—hot, wet, perfect. His tongue circles my clit with devastating precision, and I cry out, fingers threading through his hair.
“Felix—oh god?—”
He hums against me, the vibration sending sparks up my spine, as he slides two fingers inside me. I’m already teetering on the edge, embarrassingly fast, and he doesn’t let up, just licks and sucks and strokes until I’m writhing with pleasure. My hips buck, chasing the release I know is so close.
“Come on, Piper,” he murmurs, breath hot against my skin. “I want to feel you come all over my face.”
That does it. The most exquisite wave crashes over me, and my body clenches around his fingers as I come with a broken moan. I’m trembling and nearly boneless, but he doesn’t stop until he pulls every ounce of pleasure from my oversensitive body.
His grin is adorably self-satisfied as he finally meets my gaze.
“Your turn,” I pant, pushing at his shoulders until he’s on his back. I straddle his thighs, taking him in my hand again. He’s thick and hot, pulsing against my palm. I lean down, licking a stripe up the underside, swirling my tongue around the tip.
He groans, hips lifting. “Piper—fuck?—”
I take him deeper and hollow my cheeks, loving the way he fills my mouth. His hands fist in the sheets, then in my hair, brushing it away from my face. I bob slowly at first, then faster as I savor his salty taste and the way his thighs tense under my palms.
“Stop,” he gasps suddenly, and pulls me off with gentle but firm hands. “Not like this. I want to be inside you when I come.”
I crawl back up his body, kissing him so he can taste himself on my tongue. “Then take me.”
He flips us in one smooth motion, settling between my legs again. The head of his cock nudges my entrance, slick and ready. He pushes in inch by inch, eyes locked on mine. I’m so full with him I can barely breathe.
“Christ, you feel—” He breaks off with a groan as his hips go flush against mine. “Perfect.”
We move together, and I relish every slow thrust. His fingers interlace with mine above my head, and the other hand cups my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple until I arch into him.
“More,” I whisper, and he obliges, plunging deeper and faster. The old bed creaks beneath us, and the headboard taps the wall in a rhythm that would be funny if it didn’t feel so damn good.
“I’m ordering you a new bed tomorrow,” he pants against my neck.
I laugh, then go breathless as he angles his hips to hit the spot inside that makes me see stars. His hand slips between us, thumb circling my clit in time with his thrusts.
“Come again for me, Piper.”
I’m surprised at my willingness to follow his command, but another orgasm tears through me, sharper this time. It leaves me shaking, and Felix follows seconds later, burying himself deep with a guttural groan.
For a long moment, we stay tangled together. I can feel his heart racing as fast as mine, both of us slicked with sweat. Then he rolls to the side, pulling me with him so I’m tucked against his chest.
“Hi,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
