Hearing her plead is my undoing. My dick has never been so hard. I rock my pelvis into the mattress, seeking some friction, then clench my muscles before I explode all over the fucking bedding.
The first stroke of my tongue has her gasping, her hands flying to my hair.
I work her slowly, learning her reactions, the way her body arches when I swirl just right, the way she whimpers when I suck gently on her clit. I lap at her like she’s my favourite fucking dessert. Because she is.
Her thighs shake. “I—I think I’m?—”
“Let go,” I murmur. “I’ve got you.”
And she does.
Her orgasm rolls through her like a wave, her body trembling under my hands. She moans my name, and I swear it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
When she comes down, her eyes are glazed, her lips parted.
I crawl up her body, kissing her gently.
“Still sure?” I ask, even though every muscle in my body is screaming to bury myself inside her.
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down. “Yes.”
I reach over, open the drawer on the nightstand and grab a condom, pausing just long enough to roll it on.
I press against her entrance, holding her gaze. “This might hurt a little. But I’ll go slow.”
She nods, legs parting to welcome me.
I push in slowly—inch by inch—until I’m buried deep, her tight heat gripping me like a fucking vice.
Her mouth forms a silent “O” and I pause, giving her time.
“Okay?” I ask, brushing her hair back.
She nods. “You feel… good. Full.”
I groan, resting my forehead on hers. “You’re killing me, Sunshine.”
Her hands roam my back, nails digging in every time I hit that sweet spot inside her. “I can feel everything,” she pants.
“Good. I want you to remember everything.”
I move—slow, deep strokes, dragging out every inch, determined to take my time.
But fuck. She’s so tight.
Too tight.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, groaning like I’m in pain. Because I am.
Painfully. Fucking. Close.
My hips jerk forward again, and I squeeze my eyes shut. No. No. No. Think of something else. Think of anything else.
Her soft moan rips through me like a bullet.
Not helping.
I pound the mattress beside her head with one hand, trying to distract myself. “Shit. I’m not gonna last.”
