"I've been wet for days." She props herself up on her elbows to watch me. "Every time you touched me during training. Every night sleeping next to you. I've been soaking through my underwear like a teenager."
"Good." I lean in and lick her from entrance to clit in one long stroke. Her taste explodes on my tongue, sweet and musky, and I groan against her. "I want you desperate."
"I am desperate. I've been desperate." Her head falls back when I circle her clit with my tongue. "Oh god, yes, right there?—"
I eat her like I'm starving for it. Long licks. Focused circles. I fuck her with my tongue, then suck her clit hard enough to make her cry out. Her thighs clamp around my head, her handstangling in my hair, and the sounds she's making—breathy moans and half-formed curses—go straight to my cock.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find the spot that makes her back arch off the bed. She's tight and hot and so fucking wet, her walls gripping my fingers like she never wants to let go.
"Deck." My name is a plea. "I'm gonna—I’m so close."
I double down, my tongue flicking her clit in a relentless rhythm while my fingers work inside her. She shatters with a scream, her whole body convulsing, her pussy clenching around my fingers in rhythmic pulses.
I work her through it, slowing gradually until the aftershocks fade. When I finally pull back, her chest is heaving and her eyes are glazed.
"Get up here." She pulls at my shoulders. "I need you inside me."
I don't make her wait. I crawl up her body and settle between her thighs, my cock nudging her entrance. She's so wet I could slide in without resistance, but I pause, needing to see her face.
"Vivian." I say her name because I want her to remember this. To remember me. "Look at me."
Her eyes find mine. Dark brown, still hazy with pleasure, but focused now. Present.
"I've got you," I tell her. And then I push inside.
She's tight. Even after the orgasm, even with how wet she is, her body resists my intrusion for a moment before yielding. I sink into her inch by inch, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
There's none. Her mouth falls open, her eyes flutter, and she makes a sound that's halfway between a moan and a sob.
"All of it." She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Give me all of it."
I bottom out inside her, my hips flush against hers, and we both still. The feeling of her wrapped around my cock, hot and tight and perfect, threatens to overwhelm me.
"You pussy is incredible." My voice is wrecked. "Like you were made for me."
"Then move." She digs her heels into my ass. "Make me feel you."
I pull back and thrust in, hard. She gasps, her nails scoring down my back. I set a steady rhythm, not too fast, not too slow, each stroke driving deep enough to make her breasts bounce.
"That's it." She meets me thrust for thrust, her hips rising to take me deeper. "Harder, Deck. I like it rough."
I give her what she wants. My pace quickens, my hips snapping against hers with enough force to shove her up the bed. She braces her hands against the headboard, using the leverage to push back against me.
"Fuck, you take me so well." I grip her hip with one hand, anchoring her in place. "Look at you. Taking my cock like you were made for it."
"I was." She's panting now, her voice ragged. "Made for you. Only you."
I lean down and kiss her, swallowing her moans, tasting myself on her tongue. My hips never stop moving, driving into her with increasing urgency. I can feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine, but I refuse to come before she does again. I shift my angle, tilting her hips up, and the next thrust makes her cry out.
"There." She clutches at me frantically. "Right there, don't stop?—"
I hammer into that spot, relentless, my thumb finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles. She goes off like a bomb, her whole body seizing, her pussy clamping down on my cock so hard I see stars.
The feeling drags me over the edge. I bury myself to the hilt and come with a groan that tears from somewhere deep, spilling inside her in hot pulses while her body milks every last drop.
We collapse together, breathing hard, sweat slicking our skin. I'm still inside her, softening but not willing to pull out yet. She feels too good. Too right.
Her fingers trace patterns on my back, soft and soothing. When I finally lift my head to look at her, she's smiling.
