Our bedroom door swings open, then shuts behind us with a solid kick.
I pivot with her in my arms, set her down slowly,bracing her against the solid, grainy wood of the door.
My hands slide up, framing her neck, thumbs brushing beneath her jaw as I tilt her face up toward mine. “Take your clothes off.” I growl against her lips.
I keep her backed against the door, my hands braced on either side of her head.
She glances up at me, something knowing in her eyes, before she nudges her sneakers off with the toe of her foot. They thud quietly against the floor.
She eases her yoga pants and panties down her legs, stepping out of them, and I don’t move. Don’t interrupt. Just watch—every shift, every breath.
Our Father who art in heaven, can I just take a moment to say… thank you for yoga pants. I understand they’re adouble-edged sword—we now also have to contend with middle-aged men in Lycra—but this spandex-nylon blend? Absolute perfection. Also, might as well double down…thank you, Father, for this meal I am about to receive. Amen.
…Also.
Mine.
As she lifts her hands toward her top, I catch her wrist, stopping her mid-motion.
A smirk tugs at my mouth.
“You can keep the rest on.”
Her breath catches, just a little.
I drop to my knees in front of her, hands settling at her thighs as I guide one leg up and over my shoulder.
Then I take her hands, placing them on my shoulders.
“Hold on to me.”
Before she can question it, I lift her other leg, settling it over my opposite shoulder, and rise to my feet in one smooth motion, keeping her balanced. Her grip tightens on my shoulders, her breath already uneven, already giving her away.
“Good girl.” I drag my tongue slowly up the center of pussy, slow and deliberate, before closing my mouth around her clit, drawing a broken sound from her lips.
Her hands tangle in my hair, fisting tight as she breathes my name, and I glance up, watching her while I keep going, getting off on every fucking whimper and moan she gives me.
It’s addictive.
The way her body reacts. The way she moves with me, chasing more, pressing closer like she can’t get enough.
Neither can I.
I slide my tongue into her pussy and she makes the sweetest fucking sound. “Oh my god,” she moans. Yes. Fuck yes. This is what I want. What I need. Her moaning, writhing in pleasure, liptrapped between her teeth as she whimpers and holds my face to her pussy.
I shift, deepening the rhythm, and she gasps, her head tipping back.
“That’s it, ride my face.” I murmur against her, voice rough.
Her thighs tighten around me, her grip in my hair turning almost sharp, but I don’t pull back, I lean into it, let her take what she needs while I give her everything I’ve got.
She’s close. I can feel it in the way her body tenses, in the way her breathing stutters. I can feel it fluttering through her, right to the tip of my tongue.
I Drive her higher.
Her hips stutter, her body tightening, every muscle pulling taut as her chest hitches.
“Trey—”
