I slide a finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around me. She's tight, hot, and so wet it makes my cock throb painfully against the fabric of my briefs. I add a second finger, curling them to hit that spot that makes her see stars.
Her moans grow louder, and I glance up, watching her face contort in ecstasy.
"Shh, love. We don't want to wake the house." But secretly, part of me thrills at the risk.
She bites her lip, nodding, but her body betrays her, hips grinding against my face as I devour her cunt. I can feel the tension building, coiling in her muscles.
I speed up just a fraction, fingers pumping steadily, tongue relentless on her clit.
"Julian... I'm going to come..."
I hum in approval, and that's all it takes.
She shatters, her body arching off the bed, a muffled cry escaping her lips as she clamps down on my fingers. I work her through it, lapping up her release until she's trembling and her flesh oversensitive.
Pulling back, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, gazing down at her. She's a vision, chest heaving, eyes glazed with satisfaction. But we're not done. Not by a long shot.
"Your turn," she says, sitting up with a wicked grin. Her hands reach for my waistband, tugging at my boxer briefs.
I let her, lifting my hips as she slides them down, my cock springing free, hard and aching. She licks her lips, staring at it like it's her favorite treat. Fuck, the way she looks at me, hungry and unashamed, it's addictive.
She pushes me back gently, and I comply, lying down as she positions herself between my legs. Her fingers wrap around my shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip. Precum beads at the head, and she swipes her thumb over it, spreading it around.
"Iris..." My voice is a warning, but she just smiles.
"Let me take care of you."
She leans down, her breath hot against my skin, and then her tongue darts out, licking the underside of my cock. I groan, headfalling back against the duvet cover. She's teasing me, light flicks and kisses along the length, building the anticipation.
"Christ, woman," I mutter, my hand tangling in her hair.
Finally, she takes me into her mouth, lips wrapping around the head, sucking gently. The warmth, the suction, it's heaven. She bobs her head, taking more of me each time, her hand working the base in rhythm.
I watch her, mesmerized, as her cheeks hollow, eyes locked on mine.
"You're so good at this," I praise, my voice rough. "Suck my cock like that. Like the good girl you are."
She hums around me. The vibration sending sparks up my spine. Her free hand cups my balls, massaging gently, and I thrust up involuntarily, hitting the back of her throat. She gags slightly but doesn't pull away. Instead, she relaxes her throat, taking me deeper.
"Fuck, Iris... just like that."
She's relentless now, her pace steady, tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke. I can feel the pressure building, my abs tightening. But I don't want to come like this. I want to be inside her, feel her cunt clench around me.
With a growl, I pull her off, her lips popping free with a wet sound.
She looks up, confused, but I flip her, pinning her beneath me as I strip off her t-shirt. My body covers hers, skin to skin, and I kiss her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue.
"I need to be inside you," I growl.
She nods eagerly, legs wrapping around my waist. "Yes, please."
I reach between us, guiding my cock to her entrance. She's still slick from her orgasm, and I slide in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the tight heat. We both moan as I bottom out, buried to the hilt.
"You're perfect," I tell her, starting to move. Slow thrusts, deep and measured, not the pounding of our times together before. I want her to feel every inch, every drag of my cock against her walls.
"Julian...oh fuck." Her nails dig into my shoulders as she meets my thrusts, hips rolling so I hit her at the right angle.
I brace on one elbow, my other hand sliding between us to rub her clit. She gasps, clenching around me, and I pick up the pace just a little. The bed creaks softly beneath us. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies coming together. Wet slaps, heavy breaths, whispered names.
