She leans down. Licks a stripe from base to tip.
My hips jerk before I can stop them. I fist the sheets, knuckles going white, fighting every instinct that screams at me to grab her head and fuck her mouth.
She takes me in.
Just the head at first. Tongue swirling around the crown, tasting the precum that’s been leaking since she first touched me. Then deeper. Hollowing her cheeks, sucking, and the groan that tears out of me sounds like a dying animal.
“Fuck—fuck?—”
Her hand works the base. The part she can’t reach. Her other hand cups my balls, squeezing gently, and my vision goes white around the edges.
She’s messy. Enthusiastic. Learning my reactions with every movement, adjusting her technique when I moan, when my hips stutter, when my control starts to slip.
No one has ever touched me like this.
Like I’m something to be explored rather than endured. Like shewantsto be here, mouth stretched around my cock, spit running down her chin.
The orgasm builds, pressure gathering at the base of my spine, balls drawing tight?—
I pull her off.
She looks up at me, lips swollen and wet, confusion in her eyes. “Did I?—”
“Too good.” I’m gasping. Actually gasping, like I’ve just run a marathon. “Too fucking good. And I don’t want to come yet.”
Understanding dawns. Her lips curve.
“Not yet,” I repeat. Flip our positions, pressing her back into the mattress. “I need to be inside you first.”
I slide one finger into her.
She’s soaked. From her orgasm, from my mouth, from whatever dark chemistry burns between us. The slick sound of my finger entering her echoes through the room, and we both groan.
“So wet.” I crook my finger, searching for that spot. “So fucking wet for me.”
Her walls clench around me. I find that rough patch of tissue, and press, stroking.
Her back arches off the bed.
“There—oh god, there?—”
I add a second finger. Stretch her gently, scissoring, preparing her for something much bigger. My thumb finds her clit, circling in slow counterpoint to the thrust of my fingers.
“You’re so tight.” Her face is everything. Every twitch. Every gasp. “Going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
“Elio—”
“That’s it. Say my name.”
My fingers thrust faster. Harder. The wet sounds filling the room, her moans getting louder, and I feel her walls starting to flutter again.
“I can feel how close you are.” I press harder on her g-spot. “Come for me, Violet. Come on my fingers.”
She breaks.
This orgasm is different from the first. Fuller, and seems to tear through her much deeper. She gushes around my fingers, soaking my hand, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood. I swallow her cries with my mouth, kissing her through it, working her through every wave.
Two.
