“Let me take me time, honeybee.” I drag my mouth up to her hip bone, kissing it as I keep thrusting my fingers into her, locking eyes with her. “It’s already so hard not to fuck you senseless.”
She just groans, meeting my eyes. She’s panting now, her sweater rucked all the way up, hair spilling in wild golden curls across the table. The honey shines where it drips down her skin—slick and fragrant and heady. I swear I can feel it working its way through her system, softening ever muscle, making her pussy ache for more.
“Please, Garrik, I want you,” she whimpers, hips grinding helplessly. “I want…I need all of you.”
“Not tonight, honeybee,” I say. “You need time…practice.”
One more finger goes in, still not even close to my girth, and Iris arches. She cries out in helpless pleasure, her fingers slipping against the table’s smooth wood as she tries to brace herself. Her pussy clenches around my fingers and I groan, forehead dropping as I clutch her to me.
“Fuck, Iris?—”
“Garrik…” Her chest heaves, sweater sliding fully off one shoulder to reveal her breast. I can’t resist craning my neck to snatch her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard as I thrust my fingers deep. With my other hand, I catch her wrist and press it to her belly, and her eyes widen when shefeels mefrom outside.
“You can feel how deep I am already,” I growl. “Just my fingers, and I’m so deep…and you’re taking me like you were made for me.”
“I need your cock?—”
Gods, she isfilthy. I shake my head, hooking my fingers inside her, thrusting as her nectar drips down my arm. “If I took you now, you’d break.”
“I want to break,” she whines, nearly feral. “I want you to fuck me, please?—”
“You will,” I promise. “When your body’s ready. Not until then. Now…let’s get started.Come for me, Iris.”
And that’s what does it.
She comes around my fingers, clenching over and over, her body falling back against the table as she writhes. I let her feel how she’ll take it, how much it will hurt when I’m inside her and she’s clenching like that…but shelikes it.
Maybe she really was made for me.
I slide my fingers out slowly, watching the way her pussy pulses around nothing, still desperate for me.
“Don’t worry, honeybee,” I murmur, and then I lower my mouth again, slow and deep and thorough.
She screams.
I latch onto her clit, sucking gently, tongue flicking in time with the slow slide of one honey-slicked finger—and she goes off, legs clamping around my head as she tries to grind against my mouth. Her whole body arches, trembling with sensation, every breath catching on the edge of a moan.
“That’s it,” I whisper when she finally falls back, spent. “You’re doing so good for me.”
Iris is panting like she’s just run for miles. Her thighs are trembling, cheeks flushed to the tips of her ears, and the look in her eyes—gods—it’s devotion. It’s hunger. It’s awe.
“Garrik…” she whispers. “That was?—”
I kiss her inner thigh, trailing up toward her hip. “Not done yet.”
Her eyes widen.
I reach for the honey again.
“I’m going to make you come on my tongue at least twice more,” I say, watching her pupils dilate, “and then I’m going to fuck your thighs and let you feel how hard I am for you.
Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out. She’s already too gone—honey-drunk, aching, open and pliant beneath me. I trail my fingers down her ribs, over the swell of her hip, and then back between her thighs. She flinches at the touch—still oversensitive, twitching from her last orgasm—but she doesn’t stop me. If anything, her hips lift, seeking more.
“Shhh,” I murmur, kissing the inside of her knee. “Let me take care of you, Iris.”
I drag a thick stripe up her slit, slow and steady, letting my tongue gather every trace of her. I swirl it around her clit, then suck—light and rhythmic, just enough to make her thighs jerk again.
“Garrik—oh gods—” She keens, her voice dissolving into a breathy whimper.
