She pulls back to look at me, her eyes dark with want. "Then take me there."
I stand with her in my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. She's lighter than she looks, or maybe I'm just running on adrenaline. I carry her down the hall, kicking the bedroom door shut behind us, and lower her onto the bed.
She's spread out on my sheets, dark hair fanning across my pillow, her chest heaving with each breath. The sight of her there, in my space, hits me somewhere deep.
"Take off your shirt," I say.
She doesn't hesitate. She pulls the sweater over her head and tosses it aside, revealing a simple black bra. Her breasts strain against the fabric, full and round, and I want my mouth on them.
"Now the pants."
She wriggles out of her yoga pants, leaving her in just the bra and matching underwear. Her thighs are soft and pale, her stomach curved, her hips flaring in a way that makes my hands itch to grab them.
"Your turn," she says.
I strip off my henley in one motion. Her eyes roam over my chest, my scars, the trail of hair that disappears into my waistband. When I reach for my belt, her gaze drops lower.
"Wait." She sits up, reaching for me. "Let me."
Her fingers work my belt open, then the button of my tactical pants. She tugs them down along with my boxer briefs, and my cock springs free, thick and hard and already leaking at the tip.
"God." She wraps her hand around me, and my hips jerk involuntarily. "You're big."
"That a problem?"
"Opposite of a problem." She strokes me slowly, her thumb swiping across the head, spreading the precum. "I've been thinking about this. About what you'd feel like. What you'd taste like."
"Yeah?" My voice comes out rough, strained.
"Constantly." She echoes my words from the mountain. "Extremely annoying."
Before I can respond, she leans forward and takes me into her mouth.
The wet heat of her nearly buckles my knees. She sucks me deep, her tongue working the underside, her hand stroking what her mouth can't reach. I thread my fingers through her hair, not guiding, just holding on.
"Fuck, Vivian." I watch her take me, her lips stretched around my cock, her cheeks hollowing with each pull. "Your mouth is incredible."
She hums in response, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. She's good at this, confident and eager, and if she keeps going I'm going to come down her throat before I've even touched her.
I pull back gently, my cock sliding from her lips with an obscene pop.
"Not yet." I push her back onto the bed and climb over her. "I want to taste you first."
I kiss my way down her body, taking my time. Her neck. Her collarbone. The swell of her breasts above the bra. I reach behind her and unhook it, pulling the fabric away to reveal her fully.
Her nipples are dark and hard, begging for my mouth. I take one between my lips and suck, and she arches off the bed with a gasp.
"Sensitive," I note against her skin.
"Very." Her fingers dig into my shoulders. "Deck, please?—"
I switch to the other breast, giving it the same attention. Licking, sucking, biting gently until she's writhing beneath me, her hips grinding up against nothing.
"Patience." I kiss down her stomach, my hands sliding her underwear down her legs. "I told you I want to take my time."
She's bare beneath the underwear, completely smooth, her pussy glistening with arousal. The sight of her, wet and wanting, makes my cock throb.
"Beautiful." I spread her thighs wider, settling between them. "Look how wet you are for me."
