“That’s it,” he praised in a muffled voice. “Say my name. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
He flattened his tongue, lapping at me like he couldn’t get enough, like my taste was a drug. Every stroke sent sparks up my spine, my thighs shaking, trying to close around his head. He pushed them wider, pinning me open, completely at his mercy.
“So sweet,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to blow cool air over my clit. I cried out. “I love how you drip for me. I love how you clench when I do this?—”
He sucked hard, teeth grazing just enough to make me see stars and forget for a second that he’d just saidlove. My vision blurred, and my breath came out in desperate gasps. He slid one finger back inside me, curling it, stroking that spot that made my toes curl. Then another. He pumped slow and deep, matching the rhythm of his tongue.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned, pulling back to watch his fingers disappear into me. “So fucking perfect. Look at you…taking me so well. You were definitely made for this, pretty baby. Made forme.”
I couldn’t speak or think. All I could do was feel…his mouth, his fingers, his voice wrapping around me like chains I never wanted to be rid of. He curled his fingers harder, tongue flicking faster, and the pressure built again, faster this time, coiling tight and hot in my belly.
But then hemoved.
His tongue dragged lower, past where I expected, tracing a hot, wet path down to my ass. The shock of it hit like lightning—intimate, forbidden,wrongin the best way. I squirmed hard, thighs clamping, a startled cry ripping from my throat.
“Oh—”
“Shh,” he soothed, his voice dark and intimate. “Relax, baby. Let me have all of you.”
He licked again, circling the tight ring of muscle, teasing, tasting. My hips jerked, half panic, half pleasure so intense it hurt. His hand on my belly pressed harder, holding me still.
“Fuck, you taste good everywhere,” he groaned, tongue pressing firmer, breaching just enough to make me gasp. “So responsive. Look at you—squirming for me. You love this, don’t you?”
I still couldn’t answer. The sensation was overwhelming…dirty, perfect,his. I wanted him to do anything he wanted to me.
I wanted him to haveeverything.
He licked back up to my clit, sucking hard, fingers thrusting deep, and the contrast sent me spiraling.
“Matty—please?—”
“Come for me,” he demanded. “Come on my tongue. I want to taste it when you fall apart.”
He sucked my clit hard, fingers continuing to thrust, his tongue gliding back down to tease my ass one last time.
I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me, violent and blinding. I screamed his name, back bowing, thighs clamping around his head as wave after wave crashed over me. He didn’t stop, he just kept licking, kept stroking, kept drawing it out until I was a sobbing, oversensitive, beggingmess.
Only then did he slow, easing his fingers out, licking them clean again with a low, satisfied moan. He pressed soft kisses tomy inner thighs, my hips, my trembling stomach, working his way back up.
When he finally stood, he pulled me into his arms, holding me tight as I shook. His lips brushed my temple, my cheek, my tear-streaked face.
“My perfect girl,” he murmured, almost worshipfully. He pulled me into him, lips colliding with mine again, his tongue sliding deep, letting me taste myself on him.
It was strange, shockingly intimate. Salty-sweet, warm, a little tangy, like skin and want and something I’d like to think was uniquely me. Not just a flavor, but proof. Proof that he’d had his mouth on me, inside me, and now carried a piece of me inside him. The thought hit hard, a dark thrill curling in my stomach.
He’d swallowed me. My essence was on his tongue, had slid down his throat…become part of him. I moaned into the kiss, greedy for more, licking deeper, chasing every trace like I could keep him there forever.
“You okay?” he asked as he pulled away, his voice soft and sweet.
I nodded, nuzzling against his chest, my whole bodyreeling.
He smiled against my skin. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”
Knock-knock-knock.
“Yo, open up! I gotta piss!” a slurred voice yelled through the door, rattling the handle.
