“Can't help it.”His voice is rough.“You're perfect.”
“I'm not—”
“You are.”He leans down, pressing a kiss to my stomach, my hip, the inside of my thigh.“Perfect, and mine.”
“Possessive.”
“Always.”Another kiss, higher this time, making me shiver.His breath is hot against my core and I squirm, wanting more.
His tongue drags up my inner thigh and I shudder.“You know, I used to lie awake thinking about this.What you'd taste like.What sounds you'd make.”
“Jay...”
“The reality is so much better.”He presses a soft kiss right where I need him most, barely a tease, and I whimper.“But I want more.”
“More?”
He pulls back, and I nearly sob at the loss of contact.But then he's shifting, lying back against my pillows, arranging himself like he's settling in for a feast.
“Come here,” he says.
I crawl the rest of the way up his body, my thighs shaking, my face burning.He guides me into position with his hands on my hips, and I hover above him uncertainly, my knees on either side of his head.
“Relax,” he murmurs, his breath hot against me.“I've got you.Just let me—”
He pulls me down onto his mouth.
I cry out, my hands flying to the headboard for balance.His tongue drags through me, one long, slow lick from my entrance to my clit, and my thighs clench around his head involuntarily.
“Oh my god.”
He groans against me, the vibration making me jolt, and then his tongue is everywhere—flat and broad against my clit, then pointed, flicking, then circling in tight little patterns that make my hips jerk.He's learning me, figuring out what makes me gasp, what makes me moan, what makes my thighs shake.
“Jay—” I'm panting, and without meaning to, I roll my hips against his face.
He groans again, deeper this time, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.Encouraging me.
So I do it again.And again.Finding a rhythm, grinding down against his mouth while his tongue works me relentlessly.It's filthy and desperate and I've never felt anything like it—riding his face while he devours me like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted.
“That's it,” he murmurs against me, the words vibrating through my core.“Use me.Take what you need.”
I whimper and rock harder, chasing the feeling.His tongue pushes inside me, fucking into me in shallow thrusts, and I nearly scream.My hands are white-knuckled on the headboard, my thighs burning from the effort of holding myself up, but I can't stop moving.
“More,” I gasp.“Please, Jay, I need—”
He gives me more.His tongue slides back to my clit, circling and flicking while two fingers push inside me, curling to find that spot that makes my vision blur.I'm riding his face in earnest now, grinding down against his mouth and his hand, lost to everything but the pleasure building inside me.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groans against me.“Could do this forever.”
“I can't—” I'm shaking, right on the edge, my movements getting erratic.“I'm so close—”
His tongue flattens against my clit, giving me something to grind against, and his fingers curl deeper inside me.And then I feel it—his pinky, slick with my arousal, pressing against my other hole.Not just teasing this time.
“Jay—”
He pushes inside, just the tip, just enough to make me feel full, and I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me so hard I see white.My thighs clamp around his head, my whole body convulsing, and I'm grinding down against his face through it, riding out every wave while he works me with his tongue and his fingers.I'm sobbing his name, or maybe just sobbing, I can't tell anymore—all I know is that he doesn't stop, doesn't let up, until I'm boneless and trembling and oversensitive.
