She doesn’t push.
Her thighs tense around my ears as the flat of my tongue drags up the center of her in one long, deliberate stroke.
Greer gasps, her fingers twisting in my hair, keeping me in place. I can’t help but smirk at how greedy she is for me, and I can’t wait to blow her mind.
I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, light pressure, teasing, learning what she responds to. The way her hips jerkwhen I flick just right. The soft, broken sound she makes when I suck gently. Every hitch in her breathing I commit to memory.
Her whole body bows off the couch, heels digging into my shoulders, pussy pressed to my face.
“Kellan—” Her voice cracks as she says my name.
I slide my tongue inside her—slow, deep—then pull back to lap at her clit again, alternating until her thighs start to shake in earnest.
She’s close already. I can feel it in the way her stomach clenches, the way her breath stutters into little sobs.
I hook my arms under her hips, lift her higher against my mouth, and feast.
Her fingers yank my hair hard enough to sting.“I’m—oh God—I’m?—”
She cums as a crack of thunder booms from outside—sudden, loud, and rolling through her in waves as her hips grind against my face, and she gasps my name between broken moans.
I don’t let up until she begs me to, and even then, I hesitate. For just a second.
I kiss the inside of her thighs as I retreat, reveling in the sound of her satisfied sighs.
Greer blinks down at me, dazed. Then a slow, sleepy, victorious smile curves her lips.
I rise to a kneel, and she reaches for me, fingers curling into the waistband of my pajama pants. “Your turn.”
My cock jumps at the suggestion. Painfully.
I catch her wrist before she can tug them down. “Greer.”
She stills, searching my face. “You’re not going to tell me no, are you?”
“I should.”
“But you’re not going to.”
I exhale roughly through my nose. “No. I’m not.”
She yanks down my pants hastily, and my cock jets out, free from its cage.
“Damn,” she mumbles, hooking her legs around my waist as she pulls me down onto her.
I drop my forehead to hers. “You sure?”
Her hands slide up my back, nails dragging lightly. “I won’t be able to focus on my studies until we get this out of the way—you’re too much of a distraction.”
I kiss her—hard, hungry, letting her taste her flavor on my tongue. She arches under me, impatient.
I reach between us and notch the head of my cock against her entrance.
She’s wet. Ready. And all mine.
I push in one slow, careful inch.
Her breath catches.
