Fuck.
Her tongue swirled around the tip, collecting the pre-come already leaking there, and I groaned against her pussy. The vibration made her hips twitch, trying to grind down on my face, but I held her still.
"Take your time," I commanded, then went back to work with my tongue.
She took me deeper, her mouth hot and wet and absolutely perfect. I could feel her trying to find her rhythm, complicated by the position and the fact that her hands were bound behind her back, but she was determined.
I rewarded her effort by sliding two fingers inside her while my tongue worked her clit. She was still so warm and ready for me. I felt her moan around my dick. The vibration went straight to my balls.
"That's it," I encouraged, thrusting my fingers deeper. "Show me how grateful you are. Show me what that pretty mouth can do."
She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, taking me deeper until I hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, pulled back, then tried again, and the determination—the desire to please me—made something in my chest tighten.
I licked her from entrance to clit in one long stroke, then back down, while my fingers found that spot inside that made her whole body shudder.
"Don't stop," I growled. "Don't you dare fucking stop."
She didn't. Even as I felt her thighs trembling, even as her breathing became ragged and desperate, she kept sucking, kept taking me deeper, kept working me with her tongue and her lips and that wicked mouth.
I could feel my orgasm building, could feel the pressure gathering at the base of my spine. She was close too—I could tell by the way she was clenching around my fingers, by the flood of wetness coating my chin, by the increasingly desperate sounds she was making around my dick.
"You're going to come on my face," I commanded, curling my fingers ruthlessly against that spot while my tongue flicked her clit. "And you're going to keep sucking me while you do. You don't stop until I fill your mouth. Understood?"
She made a sound that might have been agreement, might have been desperation. I didn't care which. I doubled my efforts, fingers pumping, tongue relentless, and felt her break.
She came hard, her thighs clamping around my head, her whole body shaking with the force of it. And true to mycommand, she kept her mouth on me, kept sucking even as she fell apart, and the dedication, the obedience, pushed me over the edge.
I came with a groan that was muffled against her pussy, my hips jerking up as I spilled into her mouth. She took it all, swallowing around me, and the sensation made stars burst behind my eyelids. For a long moment, neither of us moved. We just stayed like that. Her straddling my face, my dick still in her mouth, both of us trembling with aftershocks.
Finally, she released me and I helped her shift off, both of us boneless and breathing hard. But she wasn't done.
I watched, stunned, as she moved down my body and took my softening cock back into her mouth. Gentle this time, her tongue cleaning away every trace of come, licking me clean with a thoroughness that made my heart hammer for entirely different reasons.
"Angelina," I said roughly, threading my fingers through her hair. "You don't have to?—"
She looked up at me, my dicl still between her lips, and the expression in her eyes stopped whatever I was going to say. Devotion. That's what I saw there. She finished cleaning me with slow, deliberate attention, then kissed her way up my body. My hip, my stomach, my chest… until she was lying on top of me, her head tucked under my chin. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, feeling her heart pound against my ribs.
"That was..." I didn't have words.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"For what?"
"For today. For making me feel..." She trailed off.
"Feel what?"
"Cherished." The word was so quiet I almost missed it.
Something shifted in my chest. Something dangerous and warm and absolutely terrifying.
I tilted her chin up and kissed her softly, deep, tasting both of us on her tongue. When I pulled back, her eyes were heavy-lidded and soft.
"We should talk about things," I said, even though talking was the last thing I wanted to do right now.
"In a minute." She traced patterns on my chest, her fingers following the lines of my tattoo. "I need to ask you something first."
"Anything."
