Her hand wraps around what she can’t fit into her mouth, stroking in time with the bob of her head, and the dual sensation is overwhelming.
“You’re so good at this,” I groan. “How are you so good at this? Never mind. Don’t answer that.”
She pulls off to catch her breath, stroking me with her hand. “Maybe I’m just motivated.”
Then she takes me deep again, and this time when she looks up at me through her lashes, there’s something devastatingly confident in her expression.
Like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
Like she’s enjoying it.
“Sloane, baby, I’m close,” I warn, tugging gently at her hair to give her an out.
She doesn’t pull away. Just doubles down, sucking harder, taking me deeper, and I’m powerless against it.
“Fuck, I’m gonna?—”
The orgasm hits me like a freight train. I try to pull back, but she stays with me, and I come in her mouth, hips jerking, her name falling from my lips like a prayer.
She swallows most of it, though some spills from the corner of her mouth, and when she finally pulls off, she wipes it away with her thumb, looking up at me with a satisfied smirk.
“How was that for a first time?” she asks, voice a little rough.
I yank her up to me, kissing her hard despite—or maybe because of—the taste of myself on her tongue.
“Unforgettable,” I murmur against her mouth. “You’re unforgettable.”
She grins against my lips. “Good. Because I plan on doing that again. A lot.”
“Jesus Christ, Sloane.”
She laughs, the sound bright and genuine, and I flip us so she’s beneath me.
“My turn,” I growl.
Her eyes darken. “I already came.”
“And?” I kiss down her neck, her collarbone. “I’m greedy.”
I hook my fingers into those stolen boxers and pull them down her legs. She lifts her hips to help, and then she’s completely bare beneath me.
“Besides,” I murmur, settling between her thighs, “fair is fair, right?”
Before she can respond, I drag my tongue through her folds, and her back arches off the bed.
“Oh God,” she gasps, hands flying to my hair.
I know exactly what she likes now. Know she wants broad strokes of my tongue first, building the tension. So I lick her slowly, thoroughly, savoring the taste of her arousal.
“More,” she demands, and I grin against her.
“Now who’s greedy?” I murmur, but I give her what she wants.
I focus on her clit now, circling it with the tip of my tongue before flicking over it rapidly. Her thighs start to shake, and I slide two fingers inside her, pumping them while I suck her clit between my lips.
“Fuck, yes,” she moans, grinding against my face. “Just like that—don’t stop?—”
I don’t. I work her relentlessly, fingers curling to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars, tongue working her clit in the rhythm I know drives her crazy.
