I pull out, pushing back in with two fingers, stretching her slowly, so tight I have to work them in. But she's so wet, they slide easily after a moment.
Taking my fingers so good. Gonna take my cock even better when you're ready.
My fingers pump slowly, curling to hit that spot every time, my mouth never leaving her clit, falling into that rhythm that makes her come, keeping her on the edge.
Want to watch her break. Need to see it.
I lift my heavy lids, watch her face while I work. Her head is thrown back, neck arched, exposing her throat. Her gorgeous breasts jostle with her heaving breath and my thrusting fingers, her stomach muscles twitching. From her open mouth flows an endless stream of moans and whimpers and my name—godthe sound of my name makes some primal part of me roar in satisfaction. My mouth on her, my fingers inside her. My marks on her skin. My name on her lips.
No one else has ever touched her like this.
No one else ever will.
I close my eyes, double down, suck harder, pump my fingers relentlessly, curling them harder, pressing deeper. My free hand slides up her body, finding her breast, squeezing, pinching her nipple--she jerks, cries out, the orgasm building in her body. Her pussy fluttering around my fingers. Tighter. Throbbing. Thighs shaking. Breath shorter, sharper.
"Grey--I'm--I can't--it's too much--
Yes you can. Come for me.
I keep the same rhythm, steady and unrelenting. Her pussy clenches hard, thighs trying to close, back arching off the bed.
"I'm gonna--oh fuck, Grey--I'm--I'm--"
I hum against her clit, suck.
That's all it takes.
Her body goes rigid, locking for a split second.
And then she shatters.
My name rips from her throat, broken and raw, her pussy clamping down on my fingers, and I feel every contraction, ever squeeze and every release, the taste of her sweeter now. I work her through it, fingers pumping gentler, but steady. Tongue circling her clit, softer, drawing her orgasm out as long as I can, deep and full.
That's it. Give it all to me. Every fucking drop.
She goes limp, gasping, and I ease my fingers out, let her go with one last kiss to her clit. She jolts, oversensitive, and I want to make her come again. I could. But she needs a break. And I need to see her.
I sit back, still between her thighs, taken in her pussy, swollen and red and shining, still pulsing with aftershocks. My fingers soaked. My beard damp. The sell of her everywhere--on my skin, in my lungs, branded into me.
She's watching. Good.
I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean.
Her eyes widen, and she breathes, "Grey…"
I smirk, lick my lips. "Fucking sweet, peaches. Just like I knew you'd be."
Her entire body flushes deeper, but I'm kissing my way back up, soothing every hickey, every bite mark with my tongue. Her stomach. Ribs. Breasts. Taking a long moment with each nipple as she hums beneath me until finally I reach her mouth.
Open mouthed, our tongues meet first, lips sealing for deep, filthy kiss. Let her taste herself on my tongue, her hands weakly gripping my shoulders. And I swallow every little sound, wanting to crawl inside her, wanting to be a part of her. I don't care what this means, what it costs, as I gather her into my chest. She collapses there, boneless, her face buried in my neck, her breath humid against my skin. And I hold her tight, so tight.
"Holy shit," she finally breathes like she always does, and we chuckle. I kiss the top of her head.
"You okay?"
"Nope, I think I'm dead. You killed me."
She shifts, brushing my painfully hard cock. Every time she moves against me, it throbs.
