The first swipe of his tongue was like a lightening bolt to the clit.
Every nerve ending lit up at once, a bright, overwhelming flare that made my toes curl against the slick floor.
He licked me open with slow and steady strokes, parting my folds with the flat of his tongue. He circled my clit with the tip, gently teasing at first, and then, he sucked.
“Holy fuck,” I cried out, the sound ricocheting off the tiled walls. The pleasure was so sharp it bordered on pain.
My hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the wet strands, not to guide him but to anchor myself as the world tilted beneath my feet.
Bennett answered with a low growl, the vibration shooting straight to my core, and then sucked again.
Fucking hell, I felt that one in my teeth.
He kept his mouth on me as he slid first one finger inside me, and then another, stretching me open. His fingers glided in without resistance—I was so wet the shower spray barely registered.
But it was his eyes that undid me. He never looked away.
Not once.
Even on his knees with water pounding down his broad back and his face buried between my thighs, he kept his gaze locked on mine.
Dark, intense, unwavering.
Like he was reading every expression that flickered across my face, every parted lip and flutter of lashes, and adjusting in real time—slowing when my breath hitched too sharp, pressing deeper when my hips rocked forward greedily.
Bennett King was on his knees for me, licking me,lovingme, sucking on my clit like it was his after-dinner mint.
The thought alone sent a fresh rush of heat through me.
He pulled back just enough to deliver a slow and devastating grin—his lips glistening, eyes crinkling at the corners even as they burned with hunger. It was a smile that said he wasexactlywhere he wanted to be, reveling in every shudder he drew from me.
Then he dove back in, tongue swirling, fingers curling harder, and I realized with a dizzying jolt that I wasn’t the one in control at all. Not really.
He was.
Even on his knees, he held all the power. Because he got off on this, on giving me pleasure, on watching me unravel under his mouth and hands. Every moan I fed him only made him hungrier, more determined to wreck me in the sweetest way possible.
And Lord help me, I fucking loved it.
The pressure coiled tighter, hotter, until finally, it snapped.
When I came, it was with his name on my lips and my pussy clenching around his fingers, the pleasure so intense I had to squeeze my eyes shut for a second.
I felt myself gush against his tongue, a hot rush that made him groan in approval. The vibration prolonged the waves until I was sobbing with it, thighs clamped around his head, fingers pulling his hair hard enough to hurt.
Only then did he ease his fingers out, press a final kiss to my oversensitive clit that made me jerk, and rise to his feet.
Mm, my turn.
Water streamed down his chest, over the sharp cut of his hips, to where his cock jutted heavy and flushed between us.
I reached for him, both hands wrapping around his length. He was scorching hot, the skin satin-smooth over rigid steel, slick from the shower, and a bead of precum was already pearling at the tip.
I glided my palms over every inch, gently easing the foreskin down and back up again, fascinated by the way it moved so fluidly over the swollen crown. When I circled my thumb over the exposed tip, spreading the precum, he shuddered hard, hips bucking into my grip.
His eyes widened when I sank to my knees.
“I want to suck your dick,” I said, mouthing the words clearly. “I’ve been doing a lot of research.”
