“Shhh…” he says, then continues to drag his tongue through me, my hips pressing upward to meet him.
"Chevy…” It comes out strangled, as I grip his hair.
He picks up the pace—circling, flicking, sucking and driving me out of my mind. My hips roll against his mouth and his hands grip my thighs to hold me steady and I'm biting my lip so hard I might draw blood.
"I can feel you getting close," he whispers against me. "You're trembling, baby."
"Because you're—oh god—you're so good at this."
"That sweet little pussy is throbbing and loves being ravished by my mouth. Give me that delicious cream."
This man is a master.
He spreads my thighs further apart and devours me, and I’m gone.
I just barely get my hand over my own mouth as the orgasm tears through me, my whole body clenching and releasing while he works me through it, relentlessly. A sound escapes into my palm that's somewhere between a sob and a moan, and he gentles, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs, hips, and belly.
He climbs back up my body, grinning, as I reach between us to shove his jeans down.
"Pants. Off. Now."
He kicks them off along with his boxers, and I wrap my hand around his cock—hard and hot and straining—and the groan he lets slip is deeply satisfying.
"Now who needs to be quiet?" I whisper.
“I see how it is,” he chuckles, and reaches for the nightstand, where we’ve stocked some condoms in the drawer. He rips open the package and rolls it on. When he settles between my thighs and pushes inside, we both exhale as if we've been holding our breath for days.
"You feel like heaven," he whispers against my ear, starting to move. Every thrust deliberate. "Every single time."
My arms wrap around his neck and my legs wrap around his waist and I pull him as close as physics allows. His forehead presses against mine and we're breathing the same air, moving together in a synchronized rhythm.
"More," I whisper.
He obliges, and the bed frame gives a traitorous creak that makes us both freeze.
"Oh no," I breathe. “Hold on.”
We hold perfectly still, listening.
But I don’t hear anything. No footsteps. No young voice asking what that noise was. We both exhale.
"We need to be more careful," I whisper.
"Or we need a new bed frame." He shifts his angle, plants his knees wider, and rolls his hips in a way that hits so deep I have to bury my face in his neck to keep from screaming. "Better?"
"Better is—oh—a criminal understatement."
He picks up the pace, one hand braced beside my head, and I’m unraveling fast.
"You gonna come again, baby?" he asks, against my ear. "Gripping my cock and milking me, you sexy little vixen."
"Yes, yes, don't stop…right there."
"Not going anywhere.” He drives into me, and nibbles my earlobe.
I start to moan and his hand clamps over my mouth just as the orgasm hits, and thank god, because the sound that tries to escape would've woken every mammal on this mountain. My body convulses around him, and I hear his breath hitch—a sharp, desperate intake—before he buries himself deep and comes with a groan muffled against my shoulder, his whole body shuddering.
We lie there afterward in a tangle of damp limbs.
