Her hips jerk. I pin them down with one forearm across her lower belly, keeping her exactly where I want her.
“Stay still,” I growl against her.
The vibration pulls a whimper out of her.
I lick into her with slow circles, then faster flicks, then flatten my tongue and lap at her like I’m starving. Every sound she makes goes straight to my cock, throbbing painfully behind my zipper, but this isn’t about me yet.
This is about taking all that fear she walked in here with and burning it out of her.
I slide two fingers inside her without warning. She’s tight, hot, slick enough that they glide in deep on the first push. I curl them immediately, finding the spot that makes her back arch off the bed.
“There it is,” I mutter, lips brushing her clit as I speak. “That’s what you’ve been hiding from me all week, isn’t it?”
She’s panting now, ragged, desperate little sounds spilling out of her. Her fingers yank at my hair like she can’t decide whether to pull me closer or push me away.
I don’t give her the choice.
I pump my fingers faster, deep, deliberate strokes while my tongue works relentless circles over her clit. No mercy. No slowing down.
“You don’t get to come until I say,” I tell her, voice rough against her soaked skin. “You hear me? You hold it. You wait for me.”
“Cole, please.”
“No.” I suck her clit hard again, curling my fingers at the same time.
Her thighs start to shake around my head.
“You walked into that building tonight thinking you could handle anything,” I say between licks. “Thought you didn’t need anybody. Thought you could take whatever they threw at you.”
I thrust deeper, grinding the pads of my fingers against that swollen spot inside her. “But look at you now. Spread open on your bed. Dripping for me. Begging. You need this, don’t you? Need me to fuck the recklessness right out of you.”
Her answer is a broken moan, half sob, half plea. Her hips try to chase my mouth. I hold her down harder.
“Say it.”
“I need it,” she gasps. “I need you. Please, Cole, I can’t.”
“You can.” I add a third finger, stretching her wider.
She moans and her walls flutter hard around me.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groan against her. “Gonna feel so good when I finally get inside you. But first you’re gonna come on my tongue like a good girl. You’re gonna give it to me. All of it.”
I seal my lips around her clit again and suck, rhythmic and relentless, while my fingers drive into her fast and deep.
Her whole body locks up. Back bowing. A choked cry tearing out of her throat as she shatters, pussy pulsing around my fingers, clit throbbing against my tongue. I don’t stop. I lick her through every shudder, every aftershock, drawing it out until she’s whimpering, oversensitive, weakly trying to push my head away.
Only then do I ease off. Slow kisses against her inner thighs. Soft strokes of my tongue to clean her up while she trembles and pants.
I rise slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
Her eyes are glassy. Dazed. Cheeks flushed. Bruise on her face somehow looking softer in the aftermath.
I lean over her, caging her with my arms on either side of her head.
“That was just the start,” I murmur, brushing my lips against hers so she can taste herself on me. “We’re not done yet, trouble. Not even close.”
Her breath catches again, already needy, already ready for whatever comes next.
