The thought hits hard as I climb on top of her, the bed groaning beneath my weight. Willa doesn’t hesitate. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me close, and a low sound rumbles in my throat as I press into her, my hands drifting down her body, tracing the shape of her curves until I reach the hem of her sweater. I pull it up over her head and she shrugs it off impatiently, exposing the softness of her belly, her gorgeously thick waist.
“Fuck,” I breathe, dragging my eyes over her.
Willa reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra, tossing it to the floor to join her sweater. Her plump breasts spill free, round and heavy, and I brush her pebbled nipples with my thumbs, drawing a gasp.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, my hands already sliding down, palming her hips. I move down her body, kissing her exposed skin until I reach the waistband of her jeans. I glance up at her and catch her expression, flushed and breathless, watching me like she wants this as badly as I do.
I’ve dreamed of her looking at me like this.
Aching and needy.
I move faster now, popping the button on her jeans and tugging them down her legs until she’s wearing nothing but her panties. I’m so close I can smell the sweet scent of her arousalas I press a kiss on her inner thigh, hooking my fingers into her panties and dragging them down her legs. I throw them aside without looking.
Then I stop.
“God, Willa.”
She’s spread out beneath me, her body soft and full and so fucking beautiful. I drink her in, trying to memorize every curve.
“Look at you,” I mutter.
She shifts under my gaze, a blush crawling up her cheeks.
“Flint…” she says my name like a plea, the sound making my gut twist with something dark and possessive. Something I’m done holding back. Done trying to hide.
I push open her thighs and swallow down a moan. She’s already so wet for me, glistening with arousal, ripe and juicy as a cherry. I need to taste her. It’s a craving I can’t resist, taking over every thought, and I sink my head between her thighs, pushing them wide open as I run my tongue up her slit.
“Oh!”
A soft cry escapes her lips—a sound that goes straight to my cock. It aches in my boxers, hard and swollen as I devour Willa’s sweet cream, lapping it up until my beard is soaked. She tastes so fucking good, like musk and spice. I’m already addicted. Already can’t get enough of her—the way her thighs tremble, her fingers threading through my hair and pulling tight. I love making her body react. Hearing her moan and knowing it’s because of me.
I move my tongue up and down, teasing, learning what makes her react. She jolts against me when my mouth reaches her clit, spurring me on. I suck on it hard and she rewards me with a sob, arching against me.
“Flint…oh God…”
She’s like a puzzle I’m desperate to solve. I want to learn her off by heart, find out exactly what drives her crazy and do it over and over again.
I keep sucking her clit, teasing the sensitive bud with my lips, my tongue, adjusting the pressure until Willa is a shaking mess of limbs. As her moans get more intense, I bring my hand up to join my mouth, trailing my fingers through her sticky folds. I find her entrance, pushing two fingers inside, shuddering at the way she clenches around me.
Fuck.
She’s so tight, so hot that I can feel my cock leaking pre-cum in my boxers, desperate to be inside her. But first, I want to make a mess of this angel. I want her coming on my tongue and screaming my name like it’s the only word she knows.
She’s already close. There’s an urgency in the way she bucks her hips against me, like she’s chasing her orgasm.
Good girl.
I keep the pressure on her clit, sucking hard as I pump her with my fingers, working her into a frenzy. She doesn’t last much longer. I feel her shudder, her body coiling tight, and a surge of triumph rushes through me as she comes undone.
“Flint!”
Her slick walls pulse around my fingers as she sobs my name, tugging at my hair so hard it burns my scalp. But I love it. I love making her lose control, and I slide my fingers out of her, lapping up her juices with my tongue until her body is slack and spent.
I finally come up for air, my beard damp, Willa’s sweet taste on my tongue. She’s splayed out beneath me, her eyes wide with surprise, like she’s still trying to process what just happened. When she meets my gaze, her face splits into a dazed smile.
“That was incredible,” she says, still breathing hard.
“We’re just getting started.”
