"Molly," I growl, almost a warning, my arms around her thighs, hands gripping her ass, pulling her toward my mouth. "Give me all of you."
Only a beat, and she surrenders, the full weight of her settling on my face, and fuck, it's perfect.
I groan into her pussy, the vibration making her jolt. Gasping, her hand flies to the headboard, hitting it with a slap.
"Oh god--ohmygod, Grey--"
My eyes roll back in my head as I devour her, her thighs trembling against my ears, my cheeks, every little quiver, I feel it all. She tries to lift up again, and I slap her ass, hard. The noise she makes--fuck, that noise--makes my cock jerk hard enough that it thumps against my belly. Tentatively, she settles back in, but not enough. I spank her ass again, and this time, she drops all her weight, gasping.
That's right, stay right fucking there.
My lids flutter closed as I drag my tongue through her folds, one long, slow stroke, the taste of her exploding in my mouth. Salt and musk and her. I groan into her and do it again, broader this time, licking every inch of that soaking seam from bottom to top.
She's not hovering anymore--good--but she's still holding back, muscles tense. I can feel it in her thighs, the way she'sbraced. Frustrated, I let her go to growl, "I swear to god, Molly, if you don't quit, I'm gonna lose it. Now,sit." I pull her down, latch onto her clit.
And finally, blessedly, she sinks onto me until I can barely breathe.
Yes, hums across my skin, across my tongue as I devour her. It's not patient, not polite--I am a starving man, licking and sucking, using my whole mouth, possessed by my desire. Above me, she's making desperate little sounds, gasps and whimpers and broken moans. And I when I suck her clit, her hips finally rock. Finally she lets go. deep and hard against me
"Grey--oh god--…Grey--"
My name on her lips while she's fucking my face turns me into an animal, makes me want to mark and claim and own her,mine mine mine. I suck her clit hard, and her hips roll, grinding against my mouth, following the rhythm I set, chasing the pleasure I'm giving her. She fists my hair, the bite of pain on my scalp only making my cock harder.
I'm out of my mind, plunging two fingers into her depths, her pussy so wet they're met with no resistance. She cries out, body jerking, and I curl and stroke that spot, the one that makes her scream. I want her to scream, I need her to scream.
"There--right there--…f-fuck--"
My fingers pump and curl, my mouth latched and tongue circling her clit--I don't change a thing the second she saysthere. She's riding my face, no hesitation, grinding down, the orgasm building in her body. Breath shorter, sharper, needier, the roll of her hips getting erratic. She's close. So fucking close.
I curl my fingers harder, suck her clit into my mouth, groan deep, knowing how she loves the vibration--
She comes with a scream of my name, her body bowing, back arching. I have to hang onto her with one arm to keep my mouth sealed on her while she thrashes, her pussy clamping down onmy fingers in the rhythm of her desire. I feel every contraction, every wave, but I want more, more, working her through it, not letting up, drawing it out as long as I can.
She lets out a little sob, gasping for air, and finally, I gentle to soft kisses, withdrawing my fingers--she whimpers at the loss, and I want to fill her again. Her whole body trembles, aftershocks rippling through her. I press one last kiss to her clit--can't help myself. She jolts and gasps, finally lifting her hips.
I'm addicted.
I guide her off my face, and shifts down my body, collapsing against my chest, making small, satisfied sounds, her breath hot and humid against my skin. The hammer of her heart pounds against my ribs as my arms wrap around her, hold her close. My chin is wet, my beard soaked, and I don't care, I hope I smell her on me for days.
I stroke her back, her hair. "You okay, baby?"
She nods against my neck but doesn't speak yet.
Broke her. Fucking broke her. Good.
Slowly, she lifts her head to look at me with glazed eyes, all pupils. Her lips are plump and swollen, breasts heaving, bulging from the pressure of her body against mine, shoved up in gorgeous swells. Her hair is wrecked, curls springing in every direction.
She's never been more beautiful.
She leans down to capture my mouth, kissing me deep, tasting herself. My fingers in her hair, I groan into her mouth, the intimacy sweeping over me. It's a slow kiss, less frantic. More intense. Her thighs open up to straddle my waist, knees planted in the mattress, positioned at just the right angle so that when she innocently shifts, the tip of my cock kisses that hot, wet dip of her pussy.
"Fuck," I hiss, my heart beating so hard I feel like I'm going to pass out. I watch it happen, the exact moment when instincttakes over. Her eyes go dark, unfocused, her hips shifting deliberately this time, her weight shifting to bear down. The tip of my cock is nestled at the threshold of her body, throbbing with my pulse, soaked in her heat. And for a heartbeat, that pressure, that perfect pressure is the only thing I've ever wanted in my whole entire fucking life.
"Fuck," I groan again and retreat, grabbing her by the hips, her face pure need, pure want, her whimpering drawing my sac tight. Every muscle in my body is locked, straining, my cock screaming at me to let herLET HER.Thank fuck I have enough brain left to keep her hips still.
"Molly." My voice is unrecognizable to me, too rough, too raw.
She's trying to wiggle, dazed and blinking and confused. "What? Why won't you--" she tries to push down again, and I hang onto her.
