"Beautiful." He traces one finger along the curve of my breast, circling closer and closer to my nipple without touching it. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"Show me."
He pinches my nipple, a sharp twist that makes me gasp and grind down against him. His cock is fully hard now, strainingagainst his jeans, and I can feel every inch of it pressing against my core.
"I've been thinking about this for weeks." I work at his belt with clumsy fingers. "Every night in that hospital bed, watching you sleep in the chair beside me. I kept imagining climbing into your lap and riding you until neither of us could see straight."
"Fuck." The word comes out strangled as I finally free his cock from his jeans. He's thick and hard, already leaking at the tip, and I wrap my hand around him and stroke slowly.
"I love your cock." I twist my wrist on the upstroke, the way I've learned he likes. "Love the way it feels in my hand. In my mouth." I lean closer, my lips brushing his ear. "In my pussy."
He groans, his hips jerking up into my grip. "You're trying to kill me."
"I'm trying to make you feel good." I release him long enough to shimmy out of my pants and underwear, then settle back in his lap with nothing between us. His cock slides through my wetness, nudging my clit, and we both shudder.
"You're soaked." His hand slides between us, fingers parting my folds. "All this for me?"
"Always for you." I rock against his hand, chasing the friction. "Only for you."
He slides two fingers inside me, and I moan at the stretch. He curls them, finding the spot that makes me see stars, and works me with relentless precision.
"That's it." His thumb circles my clit while his fingers pump in and out. "Let me feel you come. I want you dripping before I get inside you."
"Deck—" I'm already close, the tension coiling tighter with every stroke. "I want to come on your cock."
"You will. But first you're going to come on my fingers. Then my mouth. Then my cock." His eyes burn into mine. "I almostlost you, Vivian. I'm going to spend all night reminding myself that you're here. That you're mine."
The possessiveness in his voice pushes me over the edge. I shatter with a cry, my pussy clenching around his fingers, my whole body shaking with the force of it.
Before I can recover, he's lifting me, rearranging us so I'm lying on the couch and he's kneeling between my thighs. His injured arm makes him awkward, but he doesn't seem to care. He just spreads my legs wider and lowers his mouth to my pussy.
"Oh God—" The first stroke of his tongue makes me jolt. I'm still sensitive from my orgasm, every nerve ending on fire, and his mouth is hot and demanding.
He eats me like he's starving for it. Long licks from my entrance to my clit, then focused attention on the swollen bundle of nerves until I'm writhing beneath him. His beard scrapes against my inner thighs, a rough contrast to the softness of his tongue, and the combination is maddening.
"You taste incredible." He seals his lips around my clit and sucks, and I scream. "I could do this for hours. Keep you on the edge until you're begging."
"Please—" I fist my hands in his hair, holding him against me. "I need more. I need you inside me."
"Not yet." He slides his fingers back inside me, three this time, stretching me open. "Not until you come again."
He's relentless. His fingers work my g-spot while his tongue torments my clit, building the pressure higher and higher until I can't think, can't breathe, can only feel. The second orgasm crashes over me harder than the first, tearing a sob from my throat.
He works me through it, gentling his touch as the aftershocks fade. When he finally lifts his head, his beard is glistening with my arousal and his expression is pure male satisfaction.
"Now you're ready."
He sits back on the couch and pulls me into his lap, positioning me over his cock. I sink down onto him in one smooth motion, taking him to the hilt, and we both groan at the sensation.
"Fuck, you're tight." His hand grips my hip, steadying me. "Every time feels like the first time."
"Better than the first time." I start to move, rolling my hips in slow circles. "Now I know exactly what you like."
I ride him the way I promised, doing all the work, using my thighs to lift and lower myself on his cock. He watches me with heavy-lidded eyes, his gaze moving from my face to my bouncing breasts to where we're joined.
"Look at you." His thumb finds my clit, rubbing in tight circles. "Taking my cock like you were made for it. My perfect woman."
"Yours." I pick up the pace, chasing the building pleasure. "Only yours."
