Then his mouth is on me.
And I stop thinking entirely.
He's methodical. Patient. Taking his time like he has all day. Like nothing matters except this. Except making me feel good.
His tongue moves in slow circles around my clit. Building. Teasing.
My hands fist in his hair. "Adrian?—"
"I know." He adds a finger. Then two. Curling them just right, finding that spongy spot right at the front. "I've got you."
The combination is devastating, but as I start to fall apart, he pulls away.
"Don't stop," I whine, trying to pull him back to me.
He chuckles darkly. "Patience, love."
His tongue is on me again, and I cry out as he licks me from ass to slit.
"Adrian!" My eyes fly open in shock as I feel his tongue against the rosette of my asshole. That small bundle of nerves fires off, and I feel him smile against me as he wiggles his appendage into my hole.
"Oh fuck," I cry out. My eyes are rolling in the back of my head. But once again, just as my muscles clench and I'm about to come, he pulls back.
I cry out, moments away from real tears.
"One day, I'm going to fuck your ass." He's looking up at me, silver eyes darker than normal. "Would you like that?"
My pussy visibly clenches at the idea, and Adrian's laugh is dark. "What a naughty girl, my wife."
"Adrian, please. I'll do anything."
"Shhh. I've got you."
He leans down again, but this time, he eats me out like a man possessed. His lips suck at my sensitive skin, and I scream as I explode around him.
I'm falling apart. Coming undone under his hands. His mouth.
I rock against his mouth, riding out my orgasm.
I expect Adrian to pull back, but he doesn't. He tongues my clit until I'm sobbing.
"Please," I gasp. "I need?—"
"I know what you need." His voice is dark. Possessive. "Come for me, Seraphina. Let me taste it."
I shatter.
My second orgasm rips through me. So intense I worry I might black out. My whole body shaking with the force of it.
He doesn't stop. Just works me through it. Drawing it out. Making it last until I'm oversensitive, trembling, and begging him to stop.
Only then does he pull back.
He looks up at me. His lips are wet. His eyes are dark with want.
"Better?" he asks.
I can't speak. Can only nod.
