She licks me clean, every single drop, and then smiles up at me triumphantly.
Taking her face in my hands, I bend over and kiss her upside down, tasting myself there, and then I walk back around the desk, sit in the chair, and press the insides of her thighs wide so I can plant my face in her juicy pussy.
“Ry.” It’s a whisper-shout, because she’s afraid of waking Aiden, but there’s no way. He’s clear on the other side of the penthouse.
But I love it when she struggles to stay quiet.
Her hands tugging my hair, her thighs around my ears, she tastes like fucking heaven.
She tastes like mine.
Pressing two fingers inside her, I feel her walls already quaking, on the precipice of her climax.
“Ry,” she whispers again.
“Do you need me to stop?” I ask her.
“Fuck, no.”
I grin against her clit and then flick it with the end of my tongue. “Good, because I’m going to keep you busy for a while.”
She squirms, clenches her fingers tighter in the strands of my hair, and starts to ride my face.
“There you go. Take what you want, baby.”
Fuck me, she’s perfect. She’s not shy about wanting me, about taking what she needs. She’s my sexual match in every way.
“Right there,” she says, and I hold steady, sure not to change a goddamn thing. I keep the tempo of my fingers exactly the same, and the next time I brush that tight bundle of nerves with my tongue, her hips buck, and she comes so hard, and so long, it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.
When her hips have stopped circling, I stand once more. My cock is already hard for her again, and I know she’s more than ready for me.
“Look at me.”
She doesn’t open her eyes, so I reach out and cup her face.
“I said look at me, Willow.”
Her eyes meet mine, and I push inside her, not stopping until I’m balls deep. Her mouth is open in a silent O, and with my hand on the back of her neck now, I pull her up to sitting and kiss the fuck out of her as I start to move in long, smooth strokes, in and out.
Her arms wrap around my shoulders, and we cling to each other as I fuck her. Our ragged breaths are the only sound in the room, and when I feel like I can’t hold on anymore, when I’m about to explode, she hits me with “You’re so fuckingmine.”
There is no holding on after that.
No chance in hell.
I jerk inside her and grind against her, coming harder than ever, and with my chest heaving, I fall forward, holding her firmly in one arm and catching us with my other so I don’t crush her.
“Jesus, Wills, you’re going to be the death of me.”
She huffs out a chuckle and kisses my shoulder. “I’m pretty sure I’m the one who’s already sore, Captain.”
I grind against her once more, then lift her with me and sit back in the chair, Willow in my lap, and cradle her to me.
“Was I too much?” I ask her.
“Never. I told you, I trust you.” She brushes a piece of my hair off my forehead, and then her fingers drift down my face. “You wouldneverhurt me.”
“No.” I kiss her forehead and then her nose. “I wouldn’t, baby.”
