Her eyes lifted. And that look, shy, wanting, proud of pleasing me… hit something primal.
“Relax your jaw a little,” I guided softly, thumb stroking her cheek. “Yeah… just like that.”
She took me deeper.
My breath tore out of me.
“Fuck, baby…” My hand slid into her hair, not pushing, anchoring. “You look so good like this. On your knees for me. Letting me guide you.”
She whimpered softly around me, a vibration that scraped every nerve raw.
“Yeah… that,” I groaned. “Do that again.”
She did. My hips jerked. I swore. ”Baby—slow—slow, I’m close,” I warned through clenched teeth. “You’re doing too good.”
My control didn’t slip. It snapped.
“Madeline—” I warned, voice breaking as she wrapped her lips around me deeper than before, her hand matching the rhythm like she’d been doing it her whole life. “Baby, slow—fuck—wait?—”
She didn’t stop. She just looked up at me with those wide, shy eyes, cheeks hollowing a little as she took me again.
She took me deeper, too deep for my sanity, and then suddenly froze.
Her mouth slipped off me, her breath shaky.
“What… was that?” she whispered, blinking like she’d broken something.
I saw it immediately. A thin streak of my come on her lower lip. My heart fucking stopped.
I swallowed hard, before I touched her face. “That’s pre-cum, baby,” I managed. “It’s okay.”
Her hand froze.
“But—” she hesitated, “I thought that only happened at the end? Like… when you finish?”
I almost smiled, almost, but it wasn’t amusement. It was reverence. Fucking reverence. This girl—this careful, soft, dynasty-trained angel—was looking up at me.
I tilted her chin with my knuckle, my thumb brushing over that streak of come on her lip.
“No, It means I’m so turned on I can’t control it. It means you’re doing a really fucking good job.”
Her eyes widened slightly. I dragged my thumb across her lower lip again, slow, gentle, gathering the come there.
She gasped when I guided my thumb into her mouth.
“Open,” I whispered.
She obeyed, lips soft around my thumb. I felt her tongue brush the taste of me off, and my entire spine tightened.
“Good girl,” I gulped. Trying to keep my reactions under control. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
Her breath trembled as I slid my thumb free, tracing the corner of her mouth.
“I want you to go back to it,” I murmured, brushing her cheek with the back of my hand. “I want these beautiful lips open for me. Can you do you that for me?”
Her nod was tiny. She leaned in again, deliberate now, and wrapped her mouth around me. The warmth of her tongue and with her eyes locked on me. I last minutes at that her pace.
“Baby, I’m gonna—” My voice strangled out of me.
