I kiss.Then I suck.
Slow.Deep.Lingering until she gasps, until I feel her begin to shiver.
My hands move to her hips, steadying her, grounding her even as I start to lose myself in her taste.She smells like rain and salt and the tea we didn’t finish, but she tastes like want—like something I’ve waited a lifetime to touch again.
Her fingers slide into my hair, clutching tight.She pulls me closer, and I groan against her skin, biting gently beneath her ear before dragging my tongue down the delicate line of her neck.
Then I shift lower.
I kneel.
I kiss the space between her breasts first—pressing my mouth there like a vow.She exhales, a sound caught between a gasp and a moan, her chest lifting beneath me.I trail open-mouthed kisses to one nipple, then the other, circling each with my tongue.Watching her come undone.Feeling her body tense and melt all at once.
She makes this sound—soft, broken, almost embarrassed—and, fuck, I want to hear it again.
I move lower, dragging my mouth down the flat of her stomach, savoring every shiver, every tiny hitch of breath as if I have all night to worship her.By the time I reach the heat between her thighs, she’s already trembling for me.
So I take my time.
I wrap my lips around her, suck her slowly, letting her feel every pull, every sweep of my tongue.Her back arches, hands digging into my shoulders now, her body straining closer like she doesn’t know what she needs—only that I’m giving it to her.
“Beee,” she breathes, voice thick, wrecked.“Please ...”
“Please what?”I murmur against her skin, my voice rough with restraint.I let my teeth graze her, just enough to make her hips jolt.“Tell me, princess.You know if you don’t ask you don’t get.”
“I need—” Her voice breaks.Her head tips forward, eyes blown wide and glassy.“I need to feel all of you.”
I rise, catching her mouth in a kiss that’s hungrier now—wet, urgent, full of everything we can’t say.Her arms wrap around my neck as I guide her to lie down on the bed, lips never parting, our bodies pressed chest to chest, heart to heart.
She’s still trembling, but it’s not fear anymore.
It’s want.
It’s survival.
It’s a plea she doesn’t have to voice.
And I’ll give it to her—every breath, every touch, every fucking piece of me.
Right now, I don’t just want to feel her.
I want to worship her.
She drags me down with her, nails scoring light trails over my back until we’re both on the edge of the bed.Her thighs fall open beneath my hands, a slow surrender, her breath coming in ragged little sounds that make my head spin.
I kiss lower, mapping a path down her stomach, my mouth tasting her skin inch by inch.She arches into me, hips tilting, legs sliding wider without a word.It’s an invitation and a dare.
I press my lips to the inside of her knee, letting them linger, warm and deliberate.She lets out a soft sigh.I kiss higher, dragging my mouth along the silky skin of her inner thigh, slow enough to make her whimper.My tongue flicks out, tasting her, savoring the salt of her skin, the tension in her muscles as she braces for more.
Another kiss.Then another.Each one slower, hotter, closer to where she’s dripping for me.Her thighs tremble beneath my hands, her breath catching every time my mouth grazes a little closer to the center.She’s whispering my name now, voice ragged with need, fingers twisting in my hair like she’s afraid I’ll stop.
When I reach her core, I pause.She’s still soaked—swollen and glistening, her hips twitching with every breath I exhale against her.I don’t touch her yet.I breathe her in, let her feel how close I am.How much I want to devour her.
“Tell me,” I murmur, my voice rough and low, lips brushing just beside where she needs them.“Tell me how bad you want this.”
Her answer isn’t words.It’s a broken sound—half a moan, half a plea—as her hips lift off the bed and her hands pull me closer.I don’t make her beg again.I slide my tongue along her seam, slow and deep, and she gasps like I’ve stolen the air from her lungs.Her thighs clamp around my head, trembling with every stroke of my tongue.
I lick her slowly at first, savoring every flick, every ripple of pleasure as I lap up her arousal.Then I suck her clit between my lips, gentle at first, teasing her until she’s panting and clawing at my scalp.Her body rocks beneath me, hips chasing every movement of my mouth, as if she can’t get close enough.
