I flatten my tongue and drag it through her—slow, deliberate—then circle her clit again, firmer this time.She cries out, a desperate, broken sound that slams into my chest and settles low in my gut.
I press two fingers into her, deep and smooth, curling just right.Her back arches, hips lifting off the bed like she can’t help it.
“You like that?”I murmur against her, lips brushing her slick heat.“Tell me if you need more, baby.I’ll give you everything.Just ask.”
She moans my name, wrecked and wanting, grinding against my face like she’s chasing the edge—but I don’t let her fall just yet.I give her more—tongue, lips, fingers—relentless and hungry.
“Come on,” I growl, licking her harder, curling deep inside her.“Beg for it.Let me hear you.”
She shatters.Her whole body pulls taut, thighs trembling as she comes undone, crying out my name like it’s the only thing she knows.
And I stay there, tasting every wave of her release, licking her through the aftershocks, not stopping until she’s shaking and boneless beneath me—thighs slick, breath ragged, hands still tangled in my hair like she never wants to let me go.
She’s still panting when I rise onto my knees, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, then running it over her thigh like I can’t stop touching her.She looks wrecked.Gorgeous.Eyes half-lidded, lips swollen, legs still twitching as she tries to catch her breath.
I reach into the nightstand, pulling out a condom without looking.Her gaze flicks down to my cock—hard, leaking, aching—and she bites her bottom lip.
“You good?”I ask, voice hoarse, need thick in my throat.
She nods once, then pushes up on her elbows and crawls toward me.“Lie back, B.”
I don’t hesitate.I sink onto the pillows, watching her as she straddles my thighs and lowers herself between them.She wraps her fingers around the base of me, and my hips jerk.Fuck, her hands are soft and sure, stroking me once ...twice ...before she leans in and licks the drop of precum off the head.
My eyes slam shut.A curse escapes under my breath.
Then she opens her mouth and takes me in—just the tip at first, her tongue swirling, teasing me with that perfect pressure.She goes deeper on the next pass, her lips stretching around me as her hand works the rest, slow and tight.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, hips bucking when she sinks even lower.
She pulls off with a wet sound, licking along the underside before taking me again—this time deeper, throat relaxing around me.My hands fly to her hair, threading through it, not pulling, just grounding myself because she’s sucking me like she wants to unravel me from the inside out.
Her moan sends vibrations up my spine.
“Shit—slow down, or this is over before it starts.”
She grins around my length, pulling back with a slick pop.“You started it.”
I barely get a breath in before she’s tearing open the foil packet with her teeth, then rolling the condom down over me, inch by inch.Her fingers are slick from lube and spit, her touch maddening.She makes sure it’s snug, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.
“Ride me,” I rasp.“Now.”
She climbs over me, sliding her hand between her legs to guide me in—and when she sinks down, taking me all the way in one slow, perfect motion, we both moan like we’ve been waiting for this forever.
She slides down on me, inch by inch, her inner walls gripping me so tight I forget how to breathe.My head falls back against the pillow, a broken sound caught in my throat as she takes me all the way in.
“Fuck, princess,” I grit out.“You feel like fucking heaven.”
She’s warm, wet, stretched around me perfectly—like she was made for this.For me.
She stays still for a second, hands braced on my chest, eyes locked on mine like she’s trying to memorize the moment.And, fuck, I want her to.I want her to remember exactly how this feels.
“Move,” I whisper, my voice ruined.
She starts to roll her hips, slow and deep, dragging her slick heat up my length before sliding back down with a moan that shudders through both of us.My hands find her hips, then her waist, then her ass—gripping, guiding, not controlling, just needing to touch every inch of her.
She moves with intention, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.And maybe she does.Because every rock of her hips sends pleasure coursing through my spine like lightning.Every moan she makes pushes me closer to the edge.
I meet her thrust for thrust, lifting my hips as she rides me harder.Her pace quickens.The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room—wet, dirty, perfect.Her tits bounce with every movement, and I reach up to cup them, thumbs brushing her nipples.She gasps, leans into my touch, then braces both hands on my chest and starts grinding down in tight little circles.
