She shakes her head.
"Say it."
"No." The word barely makes it out.
I lock eyes with hers, lean in, and drag the flat of my tongue from her entrance to her clit in one slow, filthy stroke. Her hips jerk off the door. Her hands fly into my hair.
"You taste"—another lick, slower, pressing harder—"fucking perfect."
She moans, head lolling back. I grip her hips, bury my face between her thighs, and eat her like I'm starving. Messy. Greedy. Tongue fucking into her, then dragging back up to suck her clit until her legs shake.
She's loud. Louder than she expected, if the way she clamps a hand over her mouth is any tell. I reach up and take it away.
"Let me hear you."
Two fingers slide in. She clamps down. My vision blurs. She gasps, sharp and bitten off,then her whole body locks for a second before she forces herself to relax. Tight. So fucking tight it takes effort to push deep. I curl my fingers inside her, find the spot that makes her legs buckle, and press.
She screams.
"There it is," I murmur against her clit. "That's the spot that's going to make you fall apart for me."
I work her with my mouth and my hand at the same time. Tongue circling, sucking, flicking while my fingers drive in and out, curling on each stroke. Her thighs clamp around my head. Her hips grind against my face, chasing it, and the sounds she's making are wrecked.
"Please…" she whispers.
"Please what?"
"Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I suck her clit hard enough to make her scream, then pull back and sink my teeth into the soft skin of her inner thigh. She's shaking when I shove a third finger in. She shatters. Her whole body convulses, clenching around my fingers in rhythmic waves, slick running down my wrist. I keep going, licking her through it until she's shaking and shoving at my head.
When I stand, she's unfocused. Lips parted. Chest heaving. Her arousal is smeared across my beard and I don't wipe it off.
I brace myself above her, unzip, shove my jeans down far enough to free my cock. Then grab a condom from my wallet. She watches me roll it on and goes still. Her throat bobs. The look on her face goes past want into need. Bracing for what she's only imagined.
"Turn around," I say.
Her lungs seize. She turns, palms flat on the door. I run one hand down the curve of her spine, anchor the other on her hip, and line myself up. The head of my cock notches against her entrance. She's soaked, swollen, and the heat coming off her makes my gut knot.
"You tell me to stop—"
"I won't." Fast. Almost fierce. "I won't."
I push into her in one hard stroke, burying myself to the hilt.
She cries out, loud and ragged. Her whole body seizes around me, so tight it hurts. A tremor runs through her thighs as her forehead falls to the door, breathing fast and shallow. Her nails scrape the paint.
"Fuck." I can barely get the word out. She's gripping me, every inch of her wrapped around my cock. "You feel unreal."
She pushes back into me before I finish the sentence. Grinding against me as if I might disappear.
I don't.
I pin her hips to the door and fuck her. Hard. Deep. A pace that makes the hinges rattle. One hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back so I can get my mouth on her neck. She arches, back bowed, ass pushing into me.
"Knox." My name breaks in her mouth.
"Take it," I growl into her ear. "You wanted this. Take all of it."
