“I could stare all night.”
I want to slap him and melt at the same time.
He leans in, and his tongue traces the outline so delicately. So soft.
“Cash—” the word is breathy.
A plea.
A warning.
His groan is raw, and then in a heartbeat, his mouth is on me.
This time, I bite my lip hard enough to taste copper, tasting him.
He teases with open-mouthed kisses that make my back arch and my hips press forward.
He lingers, lips brushing, tongue flicking lightly, dragging every nerve in me awake. And each kiss, each lick, makes me more desperate, more needy.
His fingers spread me wider, and I realize this is only the beginning. His tongue follows, relentless, lavishing, claiming every inch.
My core clenches with every stroke, and I can’t help but push back against him.
The whimpers escape me, barely audible over the fire licking low in my belly.
As if he thinks I’m not close enough, his arms slide inside my shorts. His hands grip my bare ass with possessiveness, pulling me closer, grinding my pussy against his face.
I gasp.
The sound he makes—low, hungry, animalistic—vibrates through me. Then his tongue iseverywhere. Licking, sucking, and devouring.
My hips thrust instinctively, and I am desperate for more, and he grinds me harder, claiming me fully, driving me wild.
I cry out, my fingers flying to his hair, gripping tight. “Yes. Right there—”
“You gotta be quiet, baby,” he growls, and my flesh muffles the word. “Unless you want someone to hear how good I’m making you feel.”
The threat of being caught sets my nerves on fire, sending another wave of heat through me.
He licks me like he’s starving. Like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, and I know he’s tasted a lot of delicious foods.
Heat pools low, trembling through me in waves I can’t control. Every flick of his tongue. Every press of his mouth.
My thighs clamp around his head, hips moving on their own, grinding involuntarily. I squeeze his hair tighter, trying to keep him close.
He doesn’t pause.
Each lick, each slide, each flick drags me higher. Closer.
My back arches, my legs shake, and my whole body is on fire.
I can’t think.
I can’t breathe.
I just feel—overwhelmed, trembling, and undone. Burning in every nerve.
He’s consuming me, and I never want it to stop.
