“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice vibrating against my most sensitive parts. “Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”
I moan, giving in, my hips moving faster.
“So beautiful,” he praises between licks. “Such a good girl, taking what you need.” The praise makes something inside me soar, makes the pleasure intensify.
“Come all over my face. I want to drown in you.” His tongue flicks me crazily, and I’m losing it, balancing right on that edge.
But it’s not quite enough yet. I need more. Just a little more.
As if reading my mind, he slides two fingers inside me while his tongue focuses entirely on my clit, and that combination is exactly what I needed.
“Oh God, oh God,” I chant, tensing all over.
“That’s it, beautiful. Come apart for me.”
Then it crashes through me, and I groan as my whole body convulses above him. His tongue and fingers work me through every wave, drawing it out, making it last until I’m pushing weakly at his head.
When I finally scramble off him on shaking legs, gasping for air, he’s grinning up at me with his face glistening. He pulls himself to a sitting position.
“Incredible,” he murmurs, licking his lips deliberately. “Want to do that every single day for the rest of my life.”
I’m still trying to catch my breath when I immediately start pulling at his belt and zipper, desperate to return the favor, desperate to have him inside me.
“I haven’t felt this starved for sex in my life before coming to Mistberry Cove,” I admit, my hands fumbling with his belt buckle. “Like I’m actually dying without it.”
He lifts his hips to help me. “I feel the same. I’m so hard it actually hurts.”
I finally wrench his jeans open and pull them down just enough, and he springs free, thick and hard and impressive.
I freeze, staring with wide eyes.
“Oh. Oh my.”
“All yours,” he says, both of us just staring at his very substantial erection in the dim light. “Every inch.”
“You’re huge,” I breathe, reaching out to wrap my hand around him. “Like, all of you are impressive, but you’re…”
“Going to fit perfectly inside you,” he finishes with a confident grin, his hips jerking into my touch. “I promise.”
His hand moves between my still-trembling thighs, fingers sliding through my wetness, teasing.
“So wet for me,” he praises. “You’re perfect, you know that?” Then he’s dragging me into his lap with those strong hands, positioning me to straddle him facing forward.
“Fuck me, gorgeous,” he commands, his hands on my hips. “Use me.”
I position myself over him, and he helps guide himself to my entrance. The stretch is intense as I start to sink down, and I have to go slowly, taking him inch by inch. But I also can’t go fast enough because my body is screaming with need, aching to be filled, desperate to have him completely inside me.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. “Take your time.”
“You’re so big,” I whimper, only halfway down. “I don’t know if?—”
“You can take all of me,” he says with certainty.
I sink down farther, and he groans long and low.
“Perfect,” he says. “Such a good girl. My good girl.” The praise has me clenching around him, and he hisses. “You like that?” he asks, his hands tightening on my hips. “Like being told how good you are?”
“Yes,” I admit breathlessly.
