‘You’re so wet.’ He rubs me exactly right, a hungry slide that makes my spine bow.
‘I couldn’t stop thinking about… I tried to get myself off earlier. I couldn’t. Wasn’t enough. I want you, Scottie. I need?—’
The broad pads of his fingers glide over where I’m swollen and aching for him. ‘You tried to come thinking of me?’
‘Yes. And I couldn’t. Not enough. I-I need…you.’
His breath shudders out of him. ‘You’re going to destroy me. And I’m going to let you.’
And then he guides one testing finger inside me, bringing more wetness out and swirling it around my pussy. He keeps going, massaging tender circles as he builds a rhythm until I’m clawing at his shoulders.
‘Scottie.’ My voice frays. ‘Please. I’m so close. Please.’
He smirks into my neck. ‘I haven’t even started.’ He crooks deep, curling forward, searching until?—
My whole body seizes. A choked sob lurches from my chest as stars burst at the edges of my vision.
‘There.’ His words are a low growl of satisfaction. ‘Right fucking there.’
‘Ah! God. Yes. Don’t stop. Yes!’
He works me open, the heel of his palm rubbing my sweet spot with every stroke. ‘Would you like me to use my tongue on your pussy?’
‘Yes! Yes, yes, yes!’
He trails open-mouthed kisses down my stomach, hooks his hands under my knees, and scoops me toward him until my legs drop over his broad shoulders. He drags his tongue from my hole straight to my clit, closing over the swollen bud. The sound I make is almost humiliating. He spreads me wider and looks up with pure hunger.
Then he devours me.
He licks into me with single-minded greed. Wet sweeps as he gorges on my pussy.
‘Scottie.’ My voice is shredded. ‘Oh god. Oh yes. That feels so… I-I can’t?—’
He hums against my sensitive flesh, and it fires straight up my spine. Then he pushes a thick knuckle along my slipping wetness while his lips seal and suck down hard. My calves lock around his neck.
‘Oh! Ohhh god… I’m going to… Scottie, I’m… Ah?—’
The climax seizes me, fast and blinding. I shove my face into the pillows to muffle the noise scraping out of my lungs. Scottie doesn’t stop. He follows the ebbing waves with soft kisses, kneading my inner thighs until I fall back. When I finally go limp, he comes back up for air and looks incredibly pleased with himself.
‘That was nice.’ He kisses me. I taste myself on him, salt and want, and my fists tangle in his hair and hold him there because he has rewired my brain. Scottie has branded himself onto me with his mouth.
The words trip over themselves as they fall from my lips. ‘I need… inside me. Now. I can’t… I need you now.’
I reach between us and take him through his boxers. He is more than big. I can’t even fathom how all that is going to fit. But I’m nothing if not flexible.
‘Yes… please. Now. Scottie?—’
‘Protection. I have… Trousers… wallet—’ He leans to the side and fumbles.
A packet crinkles. I shove his boxers down, wrap my fingers around his full girth, and stroke him root to tip. He swears, his body jerking forward.
He catches my wrist. ‘But if you keep doing that, this is going to be over in about five seconds.’
‘Okay, okay. I need you inside me. Now. I’m serious.’
He tears the packet open, drops the foil to the floor, rolls the condom on with shaking hands. This mountain of a man, and his hands shake. For me. He curses, then he is back over me, braced on his forearms. The blunt head of him is right there. My whole body draws strung-out with want.
‘Look at me. I want to see your face when I—’ His voice breaks. ‘When I finally… Christ, Ava. I’ve wanted this so long I don’t know how to—’ His Adam’s apple bobs.
