The words move through me and settle somewhere deep in my chest. To hear him claim me like this, to feel his reverence in the warmth of his breath, the gentleness of his palm where our child grows. I want to hold this moment in my hands forever.
He lowers his mouth and presses a single soft kiss to my belly.
Then he's moving lower and the tenderness gives way to something darker, hungrier. His hands grip my hips with fingers pressing into flesh. His breath comes hot against my inner thighand I shiver with anticipation, my whole body pulling toward the place his mouth is about to be. He looks up at me from between my thighs, his dark eyes full of intent.
"I've been thinking about this all day." His voice is low and rough in a way that makes heat pool between my legs. "About how you taste. About how you sound when you come on my tongue."
Everything in me pulls tight. I can feel how wet I am, how ready.
"Then stop talking," I manage.
That wicked smile curves his lips, those devastating dimples appearing as he spreads my thighs wider and lowers his mouth to me.
His tongue drags through my folds in one slow, deliberate stroke, and thought dissolves into pure sensation.
He doesn't tease, not at first. He's hungry and he takes what he wants, his tongue circling my clit with a skill that still undoes me even after all this time. My thoughts white out into nothing but the pleasure flooding through my thighs, every muscle in my body pulling tight toward that single point of contact where his mouth meets my flesh.
A sound escapes me that doesn't have a name.
My hips arch off the bed and his hands press me back down, pinning me, holding me exactly where he wants me. At his mercy. And God, his mercy is thorough.
"You taste so fucking good," he growls against me. "I could feast on this pussy forever."
Then he slows, easing back to soft teasing strokes that make me whimper with need.
"I love how you respond to me." He breathes the words against my pussy, each syllable sending sparks through my nerve endings. "So wet and silky. You have any idea what that does to me?"
He slides two fingers inside me while his tongue returns to my clit, and I nearly come off the bed at the stretch and fullness of him. His fingers curl to find that spot deep inside while his mouth works me relentlessly, and the dual sensation is almost too much to bear.
My hands fist in the sheets, then find his hair and grip hard.
"This pussy is mine forever." The words sound almost desperate, a dark claim that vibrates against my clit as he speaks them. "Say it."
"Yours,” I promise him. "I'm yours, Nick."
He rewards me by sucking my clit while his fingers thrust deep, building me higher and higher. Right to the edge, that coiling tension spiraling tighter until it's almost unbearable. Then he eases back and leaves me gasping, desperate, only to start again. Over and over until I'm nothing but nerve endings and need.
"Nick—" His name tears out of me, jagged with the building force of my release.
"I've got you," he murmurs against me. "Let go, angel."
I couldn’t hold back if my life depended on it.
Pleasure crests so hard I can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything but come apart under his mouth. My back bows off the bed as my body clenches around his fingers, the orgasm ripping through me in wave after wave of release. His name tears from my throat, raw and wrecked, and I don't know if I'm crying out or sobbing or both.
He works me through every aftershock with patient, relentless attention until I'm boneless and trembling, pulling weakly at his hair to bring him up before I shatter completely.
He rises over me and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking thoroughly wrecked and entirely satisfied with himself.
"God," I manage, still shaking, still trying to remember how breathing works.
He kisses me before I can say more, and I taste myself on his lips. It makes me want him even more, want him inside me, want everything he has to give.
He settles between my thighs and I feel the head of his cock nudge against my entrance. My hips tilt instinctively, trying to take him in.
"Look at me," he says. “Feel how fucking good we are together.”
I nod, barely capable of forming words right now. His eyes hold mine as he pushes inside me with aching slowness, letting me feel every inch of his cock as it stretches me open and fills me completely. My body opens to take him deeper, welcoming him home to the place where he belongs.
