I shift to her clit, circling, and flick with the tip of my tongue until her hips start grinding against my face. Sliding two fingers in, I curl them up, and her back arches off the bed.
"Tell me how it feels."
"Good, so good. Knox, please—"
"Please what?" I press harder with my fingers, pumping while my tongue works her clit in tight circles. "Use your words, sweetheart."
"Don't stop. Right there. Just—"
Her thighs start shaking. Her walls flutter around my fingers, that telltale pulse that means she's close. I suck her clit into my mouth, hard, and press deep with my hand.
She comes apart with a sharp cry, thighs clamping my head, hips bucking against my mouth while I work her through it.
When I rise, she's already reaching for me.
"My turn." Breathless but determined.
I roll onto my back, cock hard, and watch her settle between my knees. Her hand wraps around the base. I groan.
"I love looking at you like this," she whispers, eyes lifting.
"Christ, Sloane." She licks a long line up the underside, tongue soft and unhurried. My hips jerk. "Fuck. Yes." She takes me in, lips stretching around the head, and I fist my hand in her hair. "That's my girl. Take me deeper—"
She sinks down until I hit the back of her throat and swallows around me. I curse, hips bucking. She looks up, glassy and unfocused, and she moans around my cock while moving in unhurried strokes that blur my vision.
She pulls off with a wet sound, catching her breath. "Knox, I want you to use my mouth. Please."
The words land, and for a second I can't move. She's giving me this. Offering it without flinching, knowing I'll take what she's handing over and still be the man she loves when it's done. My hands shake against the back of her head, and my ribs pull tight around a breath I can't finish.
I tighten my grip, guiding her back down. "This okay?"
She nods eagerly, and I thrust up gently, testing. She takes it, moaning. I fuck her mouth in controlled strokes, watching her eyes water, the drool slip down her chin, watching her take everything I give, and my hands won't stop shaking.
"You know what this does to me? You know what it means that you'd give me this?"
But I don't want to finish this way. I pull her off gently, and she gasps for air.
"On your stomach. I want you from behind."
She rolls over quickly, settling on her forearms and looking back at me over her shoulder. Watching my face, waiting to seewhat this view does to me. I kneel behind her, pulling her hips up.
"Goddamn." Running my hands over the curve of her. "You have no idea." I line up and push in with one smooth stroke. She cries out, fists clenching in the sheets. "Two years and you still take my breath away. Every. Single. Time."
"Yes, Knox. Yours—"
Hard and deep, the angle hitting perfectly, and she's close.
"Touch yourself. I want to feel you come while I'm buried inside you." Her hand slides between her legs, fingers finding her clit. "Make yourself come, sweetheart. Let me feel it."
She rubs herself in tight circles, tightening. "Knox! I'm going to—"
"Yeah you are." I can hear the pride in it and I don't care. "Give it to me."
She lets go, and I follow right behind. We collapse together, my forehead between her shoulder blades, aftershocks rolling through us both.
"I love you," she whispers, turning her head.
I pull her into my arms.
