I exhale hot against her, watching the peak stiffen, watching her squirm. And then, tongue extended, I draw her into my mouth and suck, hard.
She cries out, back arched, and I ride the motion, circling her nipple with my tongue before grazing with my teeth.
That sound. That fucking sound. I need it again.
I pin her hips gently, nip her harder, and when she rewards me with another cry, something in my chest cracks open. I drag my mouth to the underside of her breast and suck hard enough to bruise. She whimpers, fists my hair, and my arms lock around her back, crushing her to me. I can't pull away. Don't want to. My face buried in her, drunk on the taste of her skin, the weight of her in my mouth, she sounds she makes when I bite down.
After a dizzying moment, I pull off with a wet sound, her nipple slick and swollen. She arches toward me, chasing my mouth, and the loss aches in my chest too.
"The way you feel, the way you sound…" I mutter, my lips hovering hungrily over her nipple. And that's all I can manage.
The leash breaks.
I'm everywhere, pressing her into the mattress, my face buried again, inhaling deep as I lick and suck and groan into her skin. I am not gentle. I am not patient. I am made of flames and feral desperation, shifting from one nipple to the other, kneading whichever breast isn't in my mouth because I can't decide which I want more. She arches into me, legs around my waist, hands in my hair.
"Grey--god--"
I groan, bite the soft curve of her breast hard enough to leave a mark, and she cries out like she's going to come as I lickthe bite like a fucking animal. I should be careful. But I need everyone to know. I needherto know.
I am unleashed, that part of me that's been caged, the part that wants and takes that I run from. Every time she moans, my cock throbs. Every time she tugs my hair, I bite harder. Every time she says my name, I need more.
She's grinding and writhing beneath me, her thighs tight, seeking friction she can't find.
But I can give it to her.
I let her pull my waist closer until I'm crushed against her before diving back into her breasts. She grinds my abs, trying to get pressure on her clit, the slick heat of her pussy against my abs drawing a moan from me around her nipple. Every desperate little movement makes me lose my mind.
She manages to shift lower, the tip of my cock brushing the cleft of her pussy.
She gasps, noisy and raw. "Grey, please, I need--"
"I know what you need, baby." And I'm going to give it to her. Everything she needs, everything she wants. Anything she wants.
I take one long, lingering last moment with her nipple before we part ways, and then I'm kissing down her stomach, the scent of her arousal drawing a growl from the back of my throat. I can't savor this, not anymore, not with her panting noisily, gripping my hair like she's trying to ground herself so she doesn't fly away. I nip at her hip bone, soothing it with my tongue when she yelps. My hands grip her thighs, spreading them wider, and she lets me, pliant and trusting. She's so wet, slick and glistening, and I bite her inner thigh, high up where only I'll see it, nerves firing down my spine to my cock.
I drape one leg over my shoulder, then the other, the heat of her thighs against my neck, my face, the heady scent of her like a drug. I'm so hard it hurts as I grip her hips, hold her in place.I look up the length of her body--she's propped on her elbows, watching me with wide eyes, pupils blown, lips parted. My gaze shifts to her pussy, pink and swollen and soaked, her inner lips glistening, clit peeking from its hood, begging for attention. So wet, there's a trail down to the sheets. She clenches under my gaze and I groan.
I need to taste her more than I need air. But then I meet her eyes one more time.
She's watching me with absolute trust, with hunger that matches mine when she whispers, "Please."
And then I am lost to the need, the hunger.
I drag my tongue through her folds bottom to top, the taste of her exploding on my tongue, sweet and tart and--Fuck. My eyes roll back, I moan into her pussy, the vibration making her jerk and cry out. My grip tightens on her hips, bruising, but I have to hold her still or she'll buck me. I lick her again, longer this time, slow and broad, tasting everything, collecting her wetness on my tongue. Another groan--can't help it, pussy drunk already. The sounds she makes are high and breathy, her hips trying to roll but I'm holding her down, her thighs clamped to my ears.
"Oh god, Grey--oh my god--"
Her thighs tremble against my ears, and I can feel her pulse everywhere, thighs, pussy, racing as I lick and suck, using my whole mouth. Sealing my lips around her, sucking her folds into my mouth. Fucking her with my tongue in shallow thrusts. She tastes even better inside, richer, so wet my chin and beard are coated. Obscene sounds fill the room.
I know I will never, ever get enough of her.
Never have I been like this, desperate and hungry, like I've been starving my whole life. I map the shape of her with my mouth--, the flat of my tongue tracing her folds, the tip circling, teeth grazing where she's most sensitive. Learning her. Memorizing her. I know what she likes, but my fingers areclumsy and talentless in comparison to my mouth. I circle her clit with my tongue, light at first, and she bucks so hard, she nearly throws me. A sharp cry tears from her throat.
There. Like that.
I circle again, firmer this time, and her hands pull my hair hard enough to hurt. So I groan and do it again. The pain and pleasure tangles, my cock so hard I could fuck through a brick wall. I slide one hand from her hip to her pussy, trailing my fingers through her wetness--she clenches, trying to draw me in. A slow push, and I watch her face, watch her mouth drop open, hear the long moan. She's so tight, so hot, squeezing and silky and pulsing around me. I keep my mouth on her clit while my finger explores, find that spot inside, curl, press.
She screams.
