When I finally put my mouth on her, she arches off the couch with a broken moan.
I lick slowly. Long, flat strokes from bottom to top, savoring every drop of her. She tastes incredible. I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, then suck gently, feeling her thighs quiver around my head.
Her hands fist in my hair. “Nathan…”
I slide one finger inside her, slow and careful, groaning at how tight and wet she feels. She clenches around me immediately. I add a second finger, curling them upward to find that sensitive place inside her. I stroke it in time with the movement of my tongue on her clit. Steady. Relentless.
She is panting now, hips rocking against my face, chasing the pleasure. I suck harder, fingers thrusting deeper, curling again and again.
“Come for me,” I murmur against her. “Let me feel it. Let me taste it.”
She shatters. Her back bows. A ragged cry tears from her throat. She pulses hot and wet around my fingers, thighs shaking. I work her through every wave, slowing my tongue and fingers only when her grip on my hair turns gentle, pleading.
I crawl back up her body, kissing every place I pass. Stomach. Breasts. Throat. When I reach her mouth, I kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into the kiss, hands fumbling at my belt.
“Need you,” she whispers. “Inside me. Please, Nathan.”
I stand long enough to strip off my clothes, then grab a condom from my wallet on the coffee table. She watches me roll it on, eyes dark with hunger and trust.
When I settle back between her thighs, I notch myself at her entrance and hold her gaze.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I say.
She cups my face with both hands. “It won’t be. I want all of you.”
I push in slowly. Carefully. Inch by inch. Groaning at the tight, wet heat that surrounds me. She gasps, nails digging into my shoulders. When I am fully seated, we both pause, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.
“You okay?” I ask, voice rough.
“Perfect,” she whispers. She kisses me softly. “Move.”
I do.
At first, the rhythm is slow. Deep, rolling thrusts that make her sigh every time I bottom out. Then faster. Harder. She wraps her legs around my waist, heels digging into my ass, urging me deeper.
“You feel so good,” she gasps. “So big. So perfect.”
I kiss her neck. Her jaw. Her mouth. Messy. Desperate. One hand slips between us. My thumb finds her clit, circling in time with my thrusts.
She tightens around me again, already climbing. “Nathan, don’t stop.”
“Never,” I growl against her ear. “Not until you come again. I want to feel you milk me.”
I angle deeper, hitting that spot that makes her cry out. My thumb moves faster. Her nails rake down my back. Then she is there. Shattering around me. Pulsing hot and tight. Crying my name into my shoulder.
I follow right after. Hips slamming deep one last time. Growling her name as pleasure rips through me, emptying into the condom in long, shuddering pulses.
We collapse together. Sweaty. Breathless. Tangled. I roll us so she is draped across my chest, still inside her, softening slowly.
She presses lazy kisses to my collarbone. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I finish. “Yeah.”
We lie there in the afterglow. Fire crackling low. Snow tapping the windows. I trace slow circles on her back, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against mine.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” I admit quietly.
She lifts her head. Eyes soft. “Like what?”
