Sitting up with her straddling my lap, I cradle her face with both my hands. We’re a mix of bourbon breath and desire, and nothing has ever tasted so good.
“Are we really doing this?” she asks.
“We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” I assure her, pushing the hair out of her face, searching her for any semblance of not wanting this.
“I just…I want…” she starts. Her beautiful blue-green eyes are struggling to focus on me. “Oh my god. Tyler, I think there are two of you.”
I start laughing. “Oh baby, you’re so drunk. You are not going to be happy with me in the morning.” I press our foreheads together.
“Then make it up to me.”
She doesn’t have to fucking ask me twice. I have my list of ways, and I’m ready to show her each one. Wrapping an arm around her, I pull her flush to me, right where she belongs. I flip us over so she’s on the bed and kiss her lips one more time before I inch my way down her body. I start at the column of her neck, making sure I kiss my fucking scar there, because I want that scar to remind her of my lips, nothing else.
Working down her body, over my hoodie she still wears, I grab it in my teeth and pull. “I want this off.” She sits up and does as she’s told while I continue my exploring kisses on her smooth legs. “That’s my girl.”
She taunts me with a drunken smile, scooting away from me. “Tell me, Tyler.” Each word is complete sultry, wrapping around my neck in a chokehold. “How do you like to please a woman?” she asks as her hand starts to graze over her naked body, touching that smooth skin my tongue is craving. Her back isagainst the headboard, legs spread open where I get a full view of her.
I sit on my knees simply watching her and taking in this moment. Helpless to the fact she has a power over me no one else will ever come close to having.
“I don’t have to tell you. I can just show you,” I say tightly. I’m dying to get my mouth on her. This visceral need squeezes like a vise around my chest.
Then her fucking hand makes it to that wet pussy my tongue is begging to be in, drawing circles on herself, creating a pleasure onlyIshould be making.Only me.
“Sunny,” I warn her.
“What is it? Do you crave the taste of me, Tyler?”
“Yes.” My voice cracks in a desperate breath. My mouth starts watering like a fucking feral animal, waiting for her to give me something. Anything. Her fingers continue to draw circles on herself, spreading her arousal that my mouth is begging for.
She lets out a small moan, making a growl form in my chest. I grab her wrist to stop her. Her breath hitches and I take those fingers covered in her, bringing them to my mouth and suck them clean.
Grabbing her thighs, I pull her back down the bed so she’s underneath me. I sit up on my knees to take a long look at her, cherishing this moment I never thought I’d get.
“Sunny,” I say against her skin. “The only way you will seek pleasure is through me. I will be your only source of satisfaction. No one else will touch you, not even yourself, understood?” I slip a finger inside her, feeling her muscles clench around me desperately. Her moans are enough of an answer for me.
So we have an agreement, then.
My tongue runs along her, taking in what I’ve been craving since the last time I tasted her. And I groan because I can only imagine what she feels like.Soon. I remind myself. Not yet, not like this, but soon enough.
I start working on her, flicking her clit and tongue fucking that cunt that’s already quivering for me. I can see it; the way her body communicates with mine, each touch in response to my own.
Gripping her thighs, I continue to devour her, feeling her hips roll with the motion of my tongue, chasing that climax she’s been craving from me. I remove my mouth and insert two fingers in her. Her moans become feral.
If anything this moment has taught me, it’s that god exists. And god is a fucking woman. She’s right here, giving me access to heaven. I’ve never been a believer, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to her by worshiping her on my hands and knees. She has become my religion, and I’m ready to bow down before her and beg her forgiveness.
“Tyler…” she moans.
I smile. Fucking poetry.
“Keep going, my love. Show me how fucking badly you want it.”
The way her hips are moving only ignites a desire to experience it from a new angle. I want to feel those hips moving.Now. I remove my fingers from her and suck them clean. No part of her will go wasted. She lets out a small whimper but it’s cut short as I wrap an arm around her, pulling her up onto my body and falling back so she’s on top of me and her knees are on either side of my head.
“Tyler…too fast.”
“Ride me, baby.” I grab her hips, pulling her up onto my mouth. As if she even has a choice. Her hands instinctively grip the headboard as a gasp leaves her lips. Her body trembles at my tongue plunging into her. God, I want to drink her up.
One flick of my tongue is like a match to a flame. Then she ignites. I’msoready to be burned.
