I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention while my hand teases the first, keeping the nipple tight and responsive. She's writhing beneath me now, her hips rocking up, seeking friction.
I kiss my way down her stomach, taking my time, tasting every inch of skin. My hands trace the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. She's all curves and warm skin, and I want to memorize every inch of her.
When I reach the waistband of her jeans, I look up at her. Her eyes are dark, lips parted, cheeks flushed. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
I unbutton her jeans slowly, dragging down the zipper. She lifts her hips, and I pull the denim down her legs along with her underwear, simple cotton that somehow makes this more intimate, more real. I toss them aside and just look at her for a moment.
Spread out on my bed. Completely bare. Completely trusting.
I settle between her thighs, hooking her legs over my shoulders. The position opens her to me completely, and I can see how wet she already is.
"Perfect," I murmur, then lower my head.
The first taste of her makes us both groan. She's sweet and intoxicating, and I want to drown in her. I start slow, licking through her folds, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her hips buck.
When I find her clit and circle it with my tongue, she cries out, her hands fisting in the sheets.
"Oh God... Silas..."
I slide one finger inside her, and she's so tight I nearly lose it right there. I work her gently, adding a second finger, curling them to find that spot inside her that makes her see stars.
Her thighs are trembling against my shoulders. I can feel her getting close, her inner walls starting to flutter around my fingers. I increase the pressure, the rhythm, alternating between sucking her clit and flicking it with my tongue.
"Silas… I can't… it's too much—"
"You can take it. Give it to me."
I seal my lips around her clit and suck while pressing firmly on that spot inside her.
She comes apart with a cry, her back arching off the bed, her body clenching around my fingers in rhythmic pulses. I work her through it, gentling my touch as the waves subside, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs.
When I finally pull back and look up at her, she's staring at me with wide, dazed eyes.
"That was... I've never…" She can't seem to finish a sentence.
I kiss my way back up her body, taking my time, savoring the way she trembles under my touch. When I reach her mouth, she kisses me deeply, tasting herself on my tongue, and the raw intimacy of it makes my chest tight.
"Your turn," she whispers, reaching for my jeans.
I stand beside the bed and shove my jeans and boxers down in one motion. My cock springs free, hard and aching, and her sharp intake of breath is the sweetest sound I've ever heard.
"Jesus, Silas."
"All for you."
She sits up and reaches for me, wrapping her hand around my length. I hiss at the contact, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. Her hand is soft, her grip tentative at first, then more confident as she strokes me slowly, exploring.
Then she leans forward and takes me into her mouth.
"Fuck—" The word rips from my throat.
The wet heat of her mouth is almost too much. She works me with her tongue, taking me deeper, and I have to fist my hands in her hair to keep from thrusting down her throat.
"Iris… Jesus… that feels so fucking good—"
She hums around me, the vibration making me groan. Her hand wraps around what she can't take in her mouth, stroking in rhythm.
And the sight of her, those blue eyes looking up at me, her lips stretched around my cock, her other hand braced on my thigh, it's the most erotic thing I've ever seen.
