Her taste floods my mouth, musky and sweet, and I groan against her flesh. I push one finger inside her, then two, curling them to find that spot that makes her scream.
Her thighs shake on either side of my head.
Her breath comes in sharp gasps and broken moans. I can feel her getting close—her walls clenching around my fingers, her hips grinding against my face.
And then she shatters with a cry, her whole body convulsing as pleasure rips through her. I work her through it, lapping at her gently as she comes down from the high.
When I finally pull back, her face is flushed, her chest heaving. She looks thoroughly wrecked, and I haven't even fucked her yet.
I stand at the edge of the bed and strip off my clothes. Shirt first. Then jeans. Then my boxer briefs, freeing my cock, which juts out hard and heavy between us.
Her breath catches.
"Like what you see?" I ask, gripping myself and stroking slowly.
She nods, licking her lips.
I climb back onto the bed, positioning myself between her thighs. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. The head of my cock nudges against her entrance, slick and hot.
I press forward slowly.
I lean down and kiss her as I move into her, swallowing the sound she makes against my mouth.
“Talia,” I groan against her lips. “You feel incredible.”
I start to move. Slow at first, letting her adjust, pulling out almost entirely before sliding back in. Her nails rake down my back, leavingtrails of fire. Her hips rise to meet each thrust, finding a rhythm with me.
“Jake, yes,” she gasps. “More. I need more—please—”
I give her what she wants.
I snap my hips forward, driving into her with force that makes the bed creak and the headboard bang against the wall. She screams, her head thrown back against the pillow, her mouth open in a perfect O of pleasure.
"This what you wanted?" I growl, pounding into her. "My cock deep inside you?"
"Yes—yes—fuck—"
I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, changing the angle, hitting deeper.
She sobs, her hands fisting the sheets so hard her knuckles go white. I lean down and bite her shoulder, marking her.
"Get ready for me again," I command. "Come on my cock."
She does.
She begins to shake and shudder, and I feel her tightening around me in a raw, instinctive rhythm.
I follow her over the edge two thrusts later, burying myself to the hilt and spilling into her with a groan that comes from somewhere deep in my chest.
"Fuck—Talia—"
I collapse beside her, pulling her close. Our bodies are slick with sweat, our breathing ragged. She curls into me, her head on my chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin.
The room is quiet except for our breathing, the distant sound of Bear padding around the house.
I brush her hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She looks up at me with those blue eyes, soft and sated, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Now," I say, my voice low and teasing. "Let me ask again: are we clear?"
