“Yes,” she gasps, desperate.
I press my thumb harder against her clit, dragging a slow circle, while my finger at her rim pushes deeper, stretching her.She shudders violently, moaning so loud it vibrates through my chest.
“Say it,” I murmur, taunting her, tongue brushing her again but never giving her enough.“Beg me.”
Her head tips back, hair falling wild, sweat shining across her chest.“Please, Eddie.Please—I need it.I need you.”
Fuck, the way she says my name ...it nearly undoes me.
“Do you want to come on my mouth,” I growl, plunging my fingers deeper, curling them until she screams, “with my tongue tasting you?With me inside you where he’s been?”
“Yes!God, yes,” she sobs.
That’s all I need.
I latch onto her clit, sucking hard, relentlessly, while my fingers piston into her, driving her higher and higher.My other finger works her ass, stroking in perfect rhythm until her whole body convulses.
She shatters.
The orgasm rips through her, violent and uncontrollable, her cry breaking open as she jerks against my mouth.Liquid spills over my fingers, hot and sudden, and I drink her down, lapping her through every spasm.
She’s shaking, crying, clinging to the dresser like she’ll collapse if I let go.
And I don’t stop until she’s gone, until she’s soaked my hand, until she’s begging me through tears and broken moans to give her a breath.
Only then do I ease back, licking her thighs, kissing her trembling skin, savoring the taste of her, imagining Barret’s mouth where mine is.
“Fuck,” I whisper against her cunt, still pulsing against my lips.“That’s mine now too.”
She’s trembling, clinging to the dresser like she’ll collapse if I let go.Her chest heaves, breasts flushed and damp, her lips parted around broken gasps.
I slowly ease my fingers out, licking them clean as she watches with heavy-lidded eyes.Then I rise, pressing kisses up her thighs, over her stomach, along the valley of her breasts, until I reach her mouth.
Her lips part for me, desperate, and I kiss her deeply—slowly, lingering, letting her taste herself on me.She whimpers into my mouth, arms wrapping around my shoulders, pulling me close like she can’t get enough.
I trail kisses along her jaw, down her throat, nipping lightly just to catch the hitch in her breath.My hands roam her hips, her waist, cupping her breasts again, kneading gently until she moans against my lips.
“Come for me,” I whisper between kisses, voice rough with need.
Her nails dig into my back.“I want you, Eddie.Please.”
That’s it.That’s the end of my restraint.
I step back just enough to strip off my shirt.The fabric falls to the floor, and her eyes follow it before lifting back to me.
I kick off my shoes, shove down my slacks, leaving only the thin stretch of my boxer briefs between us.My cock strains against the fabric, leaking, demanding, and her gaze drops to it like she can’t look away.
I pull the last barrier off, standing bare in front of her.The sound she makes—half gasp, half moan—shoots straight through me.
Her hands reach for me, but I catch them, kiss her palms.“Not yet,” I murmur.“I want you open for me.”
I lean over her, chest to chest, kissing her deeply before reaching into the nightstand drawer.My hand finds the foil packet, and I tear it open with my teeth, sliding the condom on.
Her gaze never leaves me.She’s trembling, flushed, waiting.
“Eddie,” she whispers, voice breaking.
I cup her face, thumb stroking her cheek as I press against her entrance.“I’ve got you,” I breathe.“Just us.”
