Her breath stutters when I slide my hands up the curve of her back, tracing the dip of her spine until I fist her hair. Tilting her head back just enough to make her neck arch, I groan. Fuck, she’s intoxicating when she lets me play with her.
I could lose myself in her, especially considering every second is borrowed. She’s going to find out tomorrow why her sister’s been avoiding her, what I had to do to protect her, and when she does… it’s going to be a long time before she lets me see her like this again.
And there will be anagain, even if I have to wait lifetimes. She’s the only one I ever want to feel around my cock again, even if she makes me crawl for the privilege. I’ve had one taste of her, and I’m an addict. So maybe I should show her now what she’ll be missing if she stays mad too long.
Standing, she automatically wraps her legs around my waist as I round to the front of the bed. Leaning forward, I lay her down, intending to slip down her body, but I pause when our gazes catch.
Her eyes are excited, gleaming even, and I smirk just a breath from her lips. She had no idea what she’s in for.
“Cocky,” she breathes into my mouth.
“Confident,” I correct, and then dip lower.
She spreads her legs without me having to part them, and my cock pulsates. Fuckkkk. She’s so willing. So fucking sweet for me, and she doesn’t even realize how feral that makes me, how much restraint I have to have to be gentle right now.
I drag my mouth along the inside of her thigh, slow enough to make her shift in impatience as I lower myself to my knees at the edge of the bed. But I have to savor this while I can. In no hurry, I kiss my way up to her apex, tasting her skin and anticipating trembles along the way. When I reach her dripping pussy, I breathe her in.
I nearly cum in my pants at the scent of her, at the fact that I get to drink in the sweet arousal she makes for me.
But not until she admits it.
“Tell me you want it,” I breathe against her pussy, my lips so close that if I licked them, my tongue would graze her.
She doesn’t say a word but tries to inch closer. So impatient.
I grip her hips tight, holding her still. “Kira.” Her name is a growl now, half warning, half plea. My patience is a frayed wire, and I swear I’ll fucking snap if she doesn’t say it.
“I want it,” she concedes.
I lick her slowly—one long, devastating stroke of my tongue—and her back arches until she nearly jerks off the bed. I lock her down with my hands, dragging her back to my mouth where I want her. My tongue works her over with a rhythm that’s pure indulgence, and the moment she starts to whimper, I close my lips around her clit and suck.
“Oh God—” she gasps, thighs clamping around my head. I fucking love it. Love that she’s breaking into pieces just because of my tongue.
I whip my belt loose with a free hand and pull myself out. I can’t resist for a second longer. I’m suddenly a fucking peasant at her feet, stroking myself to the taste of her. I groan low in my throat, jerking my fist over my cock as I lick her like I’m starved—because I fucking am. Every sound she makes feeds the raw, gnawing hunger that’s been eating a hole in my chest for days.
She’s gasping now, hips stuttering, grinding into my face, and I don’t stop her. Iwanther to use me. Want her to fuck my mouth and release all that pent-up stress. I want her to take what she needs from me and leave nothing behind. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she pulls and…fuckif that doesn’t just make my cock throb in my palm.
“God, you’re so fucking good at that,” she pants with a raspy edge, barely holding herself together. “I’m gonna—fuck—”
“Do it,” I growl against her. “Let go for me. Right now.” I dip my tongue inside her and lick the walls of her core so I can feel her tighten around my tongue.
And she does.
It rips through her—shuddering her thighs around me, her spine a taut bow off the mattress. My lips stay on her through every quiver, my tongue lapping her up like the cleanup guy I am, and when I feel her finally collapse against the sheets, I crawl up her body and crush my mouth to hers.
She moans when she tastes herself on my lips, and I know she feels my cock sliding along her soaked slit because her fingers suddenly claw into my shoulders.
I don’t ask this time. I drive into her in one deep thrust.
“Fuck,” I grit, barely able to hold still. She’s so tight, sowet, I swear it’s like slipping into a vice made just for me. She gasps, legs wrapping around my waist again, pulling me deeper inside her.
I brace over her, caging her in, and start moving. Slow, I savor the glide, the decadent stretch of her around me, and the way she digs her nails into my skin. She starts rolling her hips up to meet each thrust, and I lose it.
“You feel what you do to me?” I breathe into her skin, biting gently where her neck meets her shoulder. “You feel how fucking hard I am for you? You make me insane, Kira. I can’t breathe without wanting to fuck you.”
She gasps, back arching, breasts pressing flush to my chest. I take one in my hand, roll her nipple between my fingers until she’s squirming, and let her get close to unraveling again.
“You gonna cum for me?” I pant, one hand locking around her throat. “You gonna cum all over my cock like the good fucking girl you are? Gonna let me fill you up?”
