Kissing down her neck, her collarbone, I take my time with her breasts again. She's squirming now, hips lifting, seeking friction. Lower, over her ribs, her stomach. Bite gently at her hip.
"Marc, please?—"
"Tell me what you want."
"You. Your mouth. Please."
Spreading her thighs wider, I settle between them. She's pink and glistening, swollen with arousal. I lean in, drag my tongue through her folds.
She cries out, grips the sheets. I do it again, slower this time, learning her taste. Salt and musk and something sweet. I find her clit, circle it with my tongue.
Her hips buck. Holding her down with one arm across her stomach, I keep working her with my mouth. Lick and suck and tease until she's panting, making desperate little sounds. I slide two fingers inside her, feel her clench around them.
"Oh god—" She's close already, trembling on the edge.
Curling my fingers, I find that spot inside her that makes her see stars. I work it while my tongue flicks over her clit, fast and steady.
She shatters. Comes hard, crying out my name, inner muscles pulsing around my fingers. I work her through it, gentler now, until she goes limp and boneless.
Kissing back up her body, I settle my weight on her. She's flushed and gorgeous, lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded.
"That was—" she starts.
I kiss her, let her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into my mouth, wraps her legs around my hips.
I reach between us, line myself up. The head of my cock presses against her entrance, slick and hot. I push inside slowly, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me.
So tight. So perfect. I grit my teeth, fight for control.
When I'm fully seated, we both go still. Just breathe together, overwhelmed by the sensation.
"Move," she whispers.
I pull back, thrust in again. Slow and deep, watching her reactions. She closes her eyes, parts her lips on a sigh.
I set a rhythm. Long, steady strokes that make her gasp every time I bottom out. She meets me thrust for thrust, nails digging into my shoulders.
"Harder," she breathes.
I give her what she wants. Drive into her faster, deeper, the headboard hitting the wall with each thrust. She's making these incredible sounds, half-moans, half-gasps, completely uninhibited.
My orgasm builds at the base of my spine, pressure coiling tighter. Not yet. Need her to come again first.
I shift the angle, hit that spot inside her with every thrust. She goes wide-eyed.
"Oh—Marc—I'm?—"
I reach between us, circle her clit with my thumb. "Let go. I've got you."
She breaks. Comes apart on a scream, clamping down so hard I nearly lose it. I fuck her through it, chasing my own release, until pleasure slams into me like a freight train.
I bury myself deep, emptying inside her, groaning her name against her neck.
We collapse together, sweating and gasping. Her legs are still wrapped around me, keeping me inside her. I don't want to move. Want to stay joined like this, feeling her heartbeat against mine.
Eventually, I ease out of her, roll to the side. Pull her against my chest. She fits perfectly there, head tucked under my chin.
She traces patterns on my chest, lazy and satisfied. I stroke through her hair.
