“Can I take this off?” I whisper, pulling on the hoodie. She nods and arches her back, letting me take it off her.
“God, you are so beautiful, baby,” I whisper, dipping my head and pressing a kiss between the valley of her breasts. I suck lightly on the skin, and she lets out another little whimper.
The noises she makes drive me wild. I kiss down her body, lightly nipping and sucking down to her shorts.
I run my tongue along her waist, and she moans. I tug on the shorts, my eyes finding hers, pleading for permission. She nods, and I pull them off, letting them join our shirts on the floor.
“You’re so good for me, baby.”
Her fingers pull at my hair as I kiss her thighs. “Please,” she begs. Her head falls back, her eyes flutter close, and her lips part. She looks so fucking sinful, it’s driving me crazy.
“Please what, baby?” I whisper, my fingers tracing tantalizing shapes into her skin. My lips brush across her inner thighs, so close to where she wants me that I can almost taste her.
“Please,” she begs.
“Use your words, baby. I don’t know what you want if you don’t tell me.”
“I want you to taste me,” she whispers, her voice shaky. I growl against her.
“Are you sure? If you want me to stop, say so now,” I say.
“I’m sure, Beckett. I want this, I wantyou.”
I press my nose to her, letting my lips graze her sensitive skin through the fabric. Her legs come up, her thighs holding my head in place as I nip at her through her panties.
“Mmmm,” she moans, as I use my finger to move her panties to the side, pressing a gentle kiss to her smooth skin.
“Did you shave for me?” I ask, my hands pulling her panties off and discarding them.
She nods, her eyes closed. Her lips part for me as I slowly slide a finger through her wetness. “Mmmm.”
“You’re such a good girl for me, Sloane,” I whisper, finally giving in to what we both want and pressing my mouth to her core.
She lets out little breathy moans as I let my mouth do all the work. My tongue laps at her as my lips suck, my hands holding her down so she can’t wiggle out of my grasp.
“Beckett…”
She tastes so good, and I think that I could come just from this alone. I don’t think that I’d be ashamed if I did.
I feel like a teenager as I suck on her, my hips dry humping the couch. The more I build her up, the closer I feel myself getting to the edge.
I let my tongue flick her little nub while my finger slides inside her. She cries out, her hands pulling harshly at my hair.
My finger grazes the spot inside her that drives her wild. I stroke it, my eyes never leaving her as I let my tongue flick and suck on that little bundle of nerves.
I can feel how close she is. Her body is trembling, her toes curling. “Let go for me, baby,” I whisper, giving her permission to finally come.
“Ahhh!” she cries after a few more strokes of my finger and flicks of my tongue. Her body collapses against the couch.
I pull my finger out and replace it with my tongue, letting her ride it out ‘til there’s nothing left.
I let out a groan of my own as I feel my own orgasm hit me, my hips stuttering as I spill into my boxers.
I collapse on top of her, my head resting on her lower belly as we both breath heavy, trying to come down from whatever the fuck that was.
“You ok?” I whisper, looking up at her after I catch my breath. She nods, her eyes still closed.
I scoot her over to the edge of the couch and adjust myself so that I’m lying on my back before pulling her on top of me, draping her leg over my hips and her arm across my bare chest.
