Two fingers pushed inside. No teasing. No build. Just filling me, stretching me.
“Fuck...”
He watched my face while he worked, adding a third finger, stretching me wider, thumb finding my clit and circling hard.
Not gentle. Not careful.
Frantic.
My hips rocking to meet him, chasing sensation, chasing the pressure building in my core.
“More. Please...”
Lips found my throat. Sucking hard enough to bruise. Teeth scraping. Marking.
The combination, his fingers inside, his thumb on my clit, him on my throat...
Fire. Pressure. Can’t think. Can’t...
“Fuck, yes, there...”
Fingers curled, found that spot, and...
White. Blazing. Gone.
So close. Right there. Just...
He pulled away.
I made a noise of protest, but he was already moving, kissing down my stomach, positioning himself between my thighs, spreading me wider with his shoulders.
Oh god.
The first stroke of his tongue made my hips buck. He made that guttural noise again and devoured me. No finesse. Just hunger. Tongue flat and broad, licking through me like he was starving.
Desperate. As desperate as I was.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, yanking him closer, grinding.
He made a rough noise and gripped my thighs hard enough to bruise, holding me open while he worked.
When he added two fingers, sliding inside while closing around my clit, the combination nearly broke me.
“Don’t stop.” My grip tightened. “Don’t you fucking dare stop...”
He didn’t.
Pumping hard, curling to hit that spot that made my vision white out. Tongue circling my clit, relentless, while his stubble scraped my inner thighs, pleasure and pain twisting together until I couldn’t separate them.
The pressure built. Coiling tighter. My hips rocking, chasing it, so close, right there...
Gaze locked on mine.
Watching me. Watching me come apart for him.
That did it.
The orgasm slammed through me. I cried out, his name without sound, just breath, and clenched around him while he worked me through it, merciless, drawing it out until I was shaking and tugging at his hair because it was too much.
