I give her everything. Measured at first, deep, controlled thrusts that make her gasp into my mouth, faster and harder after that, each one driving a soft, helpless sound from her throat.
"Love the sounds you make," I groan against her neck. "Every gasp, every moan. I could get off just listening to you." She tightens, responding to my words, clenching harder, drawing me deeper. "Especially when I tell you how fucking perfect you are."
"Yes. Knox."
"Listen close." I ease back, grinding deep. "No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to feel how you grip my cock like you're trying to keep me inside you forever."
"Knox! I'm—"
"Not yet." I kiss her hard, draw back. Put my forehead to hers. What comes out isn't the usual demand. "Tell me this is real. Tell me you're here because you want to be. Because you chose this."
Her eyes flood. "I chose this. I chose you. Every day, Knox. Every single day."
My vision whites at the edges. My next breath won't come.
"Good girl." I speed up, hips slamming into hers. "Now let me feel you. Let go for me."
She breaks the way a storm does. Back arching, mouth open, a raw cry spilling out as she clenches around me, pulsing so hard I grit my teeth not to lose it. I keep going, hips grinding into hers, chasing the moment her pleasure drags me over. When I come, it's violent. I slam forward, breath punching out of me, and spill into her with a groan that tears out of me before I can catch it.
I bury my face in her neck, holding tight while aftershocks tear through us both. We stay tangled. My weight is half on her, half on the mattress, and her arms are locked around me. Not clinging, not desperate. Just holding on the way you hold something you've decided to keep.
Her breath soft on my throat, leg hooked over mine. My cock is still inside her, softening but not gone. I kiss the top of her head. But the second her hips shift, a tiny unconscious roll, my body responds as though she flipped a switch hardwired into my spine. She's still wet, still warm, still hugging me everywhere I need her most. I slide my hand down her back, over her ass, and squeeze firmly.
"Sweetheart, you keep moving like that and round two is starting now."
She tilts her head up, eyes dark with want. "Promise?"
Fuck.
"You want more?"
"I always want more." There's a shy hunger in her voice. "I can't get enough of you."
My cock throbs back to life faster than it should.
"Tell me what you want."
Her cheeks flush. "I want your mouth on me again. And—" She swallows, color climbing her throat. "I want to taste you."
Heat floods through me. "You want my cock in your mouth?" She nods, shy but certain.
"You can have anything you want."
I pull out, slick heat clinging, making us both gasp. She shifts, reaching for the edge of the bed. "Let me clean up first."
I catch her hip and pull her back. "No."
Her eyes widen. "Knox, you just—"
"I know what I just did." I press her flat against the mattress and slide down her body. "I want to taste us together." She makes a sound caught between shock and want as I settle between her thighs. "Open for me."
She does, and I lower my mouth, licking through the mess we made together. Languid and filthy, tongue working her swollen clit, tasting myself mixed with her. She writhes, fisting the sheets.
"Knox—that's—"
"I know what it is."
I drag my tongue lower, push inside her, and she clenches. She's swollen and oversensitive from the first round, nerves already lit. The sounds she makes when I fuck her with my tongue are wrecked enough to make my cock ache.
