"You like that?" I ask, already knowing the answer from the way her body responds.
"Yes," she gasps, her fingers threading into my hair.
I lavish the same attention on her other breast, listening to the small sounds she makes, learning what makes her breath catch, what makes her press up against me seeking more.
Her hips lift restlessly, seeking friction. I slide one hand down her stomach, tracing the waistband of her underwear.
"These need to go," I tell her, hooking my fingers under the elastic. She lifts her hips, helping me slide them down her legs until she's completely bare beneath me.
I take a moment just to look at her, to memorize every curve, every freckle, every mark that tells the story of her life. The stretch marks on her hips from carrying Poppy. The tiny scar onher knee from a childhood fall. The softness of her stomach that she tries to hide.
"You're staring," she whispers, her hands moving as if to cover herself.
I catch them gently, bringing them to my lips. "I can't help it," I confess against her knuckles. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
The vulnerability in her eyes nearly breaks me. I press a kiss to her lips, then begin moving lower, trailing my mouth down her neck, between her breasts, across the softness of her stomach. I can feel her muscles tense beneath my lips.
"Relax," I murmur against her skin. "I've got you. You're safe with me."
She exhales slowly, some of the tension leaving her body. I settle between her thighs, pressing kisses to the sensitive skin there, working my way inward until I'm right where I want to be.
The first slow lick has her gasping, hips jerking upward. I place one hand on her stomach, steadying her as I explore with deliberate patience. I find the spots that make her moan, the rhythm that has her thighs tensing around my head.
"Axel," she whispers, her voice breaking on my name. "God, that feels…"
"Good?" I ask, looking up to meet her eyes. The sight of her, flushed, lips parted, watching me between her legs, nearly undoes me.
"So good," she confirms, one hand reaching down to tangle in my hair.
I smile against her, then return to my task with renewed focus. I slide one finger inside her, then two, curling them in the way I learned she likes. Her inner walls clench around me, hot and slick.
"That's it," I encourage as her breathing quickens. "Let go for me, Sadie."
Her thighs begin to tremble, her back arching as I bring her closer to the edge. I can feel her getting tighter around my fingers, her body tensing with impending release.
"I'm close," she gasps, her grip in my hair almost painful.
"I know, baby. I can feel you," I murmur against her. "Come for me. Let me feel you come."
The words push her over the edge. She cries out, her body arching off the bed as pleasure consumes her. I work her through it, gentling my touch as the aftershocks cause her body to tremble.
When she collapses back against the pillows, I press one final kiss to her inner thigh before moving up to lie beside her. Her eyes are closed, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
"Okay?" I ask, brushing damp hair from her forehead.
Her eyes flutter open, the smile that spreads across her face brighter than anything I've seen from her. "More than okay."
She reaches for me, pulling me down for a deep kiss that quickly reignites the fire between us. Her hands find my belt again, and this time I don't stop her as she unbuckles it and works my pants down my legs.
"These too," she says, tugging at my boxers.
I help her remove them, watching her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me fully naked, fully aroused for her.
"Come here," she whispers, pulling me on top of her.
I settle between her thighs, the heat of her against my length making me groan.
I position myself at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock through her wetness.
