I can't speak, my mouth is full of him, but I manage to nod, my gaze locked with his.
His eyes, dark and fathomless, burn with a raw, primal hunger that makes my blood sing.
He starts to move again, faster, but shallow thrusts between my lips, against my tongue. My entire focus narrows to the sensations: the slide of his skin, the taste of him, the low, guttural sounds he's making, the punishing grip on my wrists as he leans forward and fucks my mouth.
His movements become more erratic, more desperate.
He's close.
I can feel it in the tension coiling in his body, in the way his breath hitches.
He pulls out of my mouth and starts jerking his cock.
"Stick your tongue out," he orders, then lays the tip on it, aimed for my throat.
His hand moves faster, a blur of motion.
I watch, mesmerized, as his body tenses, a hoarse groan tearing from his throat.
"Fuck," he snarls. "Look at me now."
My eyes fly up to meet his just as a strangled groan rips from his throat.
Hot, thick spurts hit the back of my throat and paint my tongue.
The taste is salty, a little bitter.
I love it.
I swallow, a slow, deliberate motion, my eyes locked with his.
Some of it drips onto my chin. The degradation of it is thrilling in a way I never would've thought possible.
A wave of intense, possessive satisfaction washes over me as I watch him watch me. He doesn't look away as he continues to milk himself of every last drop.
He's mine, I think, a fierce, triumphant thought that comes out of nowhere.
As much as I am his.
He is mine.
When he's finished, he doesn't move.
He just stays there, braced above me, his chest heaving, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Suck," he orders quietly
I lean forward and wrap my lips around his tip, and I clean him with my tongue, gently licking the sensitive skin, tasting the last traces of his release.
He swipes his thumb through the mess on my chin and pushes it into my mouth. I clean it the same way I did his dick.
A dark, satisfied groan rumbles in his chest.
That's a reward in itself.
He shifts, moving off me, and the sudden emptiness is a physical ache.
I'm left sprawled on the bed, my body trembling, my own arousal a slick, wet ache between my legs.
