I tugged at his shirt, pulling it up over his head. His skin was warm under my palms, muscles flexing as he grabbed my waist.
“I missed you,” he whispered against my neck.
I tilted my head back. “Show me.”
The way his eyes changed when I said it…
It wasn’t soft anymore. It wasn’t teasing. It was that deep, dark look Ocean got when something inside him locked in. Like he’d been holding himself back for too long and I just gave him permission to stop.
He ripped off every article of clothing that covered me, and when it was my turn, I did the same to him.
As soon as his dick sprung free, I thought I was going to cum instantly.
“Fuck,” I whined, my bottom lip slipping between my teeth.
He yanked me toward him. “Enough staring at it...I need you to feel it.” His hand slid around the back of my thigh, lifting me clean off my feet and pressing me against the wall so fast my breath hitched. “You know I’ve been thinking about this shit all day, right?”
But he didn’t wait for me to answer. His mouth came down on mine hard. The kiss wasn’t sweet. It was hungry. Like he needed to taste me, feel me, remind himself I was right here.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders automatically, my fingers gripping tight as his body pressed into mine.
I felt him.
Felt exactly how much he wanted me.
A shaky breath slipped out of me, and his hand tightened on my hip immediately, like that sound did something to him.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he whispered.
His mouth moved down my neck, slow at first, then deeper, his teeth grazing just enough to make my back arch against the wall. Every place his mouth touched left heat behind, spreading through me until my body felt too sensitive for my own skin.
He lowered me just enough so my feet brushed the floor, but he didn’t let me go. One arm stayed wrapped around my waist while the other slid down my thigh, pushing it up around his hip.
I was trapped between him and the wall.
Exactly where he wanted me.
Exactly where I wanted to be.
His mouth traveled lower as he slowly sank down in front of me, his eyes flicking up to mine before his mouth followed the path his hands had already started.
The first slow stroke of his tongue pulled a sharp inhale straight from my chest.
I grabbed his shoulders instinctively, my fingers tightening as he settled between my thighs like he had all the time in the world.
And he moved like he did.
Unrushed.
Focused.
Every slow, careful movement of his mouth made my breathing grow uneven, my body reacting before I could even think. My back pressed harder into the wall, my head tipping back as warmth spread through me in waves.
“Look at you,” he whispered softly, voice deep and satisfied, like he loved watching me come apart.
The sound of his voice alone made my stomach tighten.
Then he went back to it.
