His mouth moves lower, kissing down to the swell of my breasts. His fingers find the clasp of my bra, and with practiced ease, he unhooks it and slides it off.
For a moment, he just looks at me. Drinking me in.
Then his mouth closes over my nipple, and I cry out.
The sensation is overwhelming. Hot and wet and perfect. He sucks gently, then harder, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. His hand cups my other breast, thumb circling the nipple until I'm squirming beneath him.
"So responsive," he murmurs against my skin. "So perfect for me. Perfect for Daddy."
He switches sides, giving my other breast the same attention while his hand slides down my stomach to my underwear.
"Can I take these off?" he asks.
"Yes. God, yes. Ethan, stop asking me and just do it!"
He makes quick work of my underwear, leaving me completely bare beneath him. I should feel exposed. Vulnerable. But the way he's looking at me makes me feel safe.
"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart."
I obey, and his sharp intake of breath tells me he likes what he sees.
"Fuck, Lily. You're already so wet." One finger traces through my folds. "Is this all for me?"
"Yes," I gasp.
"Good girl." He circles my clit with his thumb, gentle but firm. "I’m going to taste you."
"Please! Yes!"
He settles between my thighs, and the first touch of his tongue makes me jolt.
"Easy," he soothes. "Just relax and let me make you feel good."
He licks me slowly, thoroughly, like he has all the time in the world. His tongue circles my clit, then dips lower. He groans against me, the vibration sending sparks through my body.
"You taste incredible," he mutters. "Could do this for hours."
If this takes hours I might not live. His tongue on my clit feels so fucking good.
He builds me up slowly, methodically. Learning what makes me gasp, what makes me arch, what makes my thighs shake. When he slides one finger inside me, I nearly come off the bed.
"That's it," he encourages. "That’s my good girl. Moan for Daddy."
He adds a second finger, curling them to hit that perfect spot while his tongue works my clit. The dual sensation is too much. I'm climbing higher and higher, tension coiling tight in my belly.
"Ethan, I'm—I'm going to?—"
"Come for me, sweetheart. Let go. I've got you."
His words push me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me in waves, pleasure so intense it borders on pain. I cry out, my hands fisting in his hair, holding him against me as I ride it out.
He works me through it, gentling his touches as I come down, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs.
When I can finally think again, I realize I'm shaking.
Ethan crawls up my body, gathering me in his arms. "You okay?"
"That was..." I can't finish the sentence.
