I should take it slow. Pace myself, take my time to work her over to the edge of madness, but I’m already gone. One taste of her sweetness has my head fogged up.
I take her clit in my mouth and suck on it until I hear her breath hitch before driving my tongue inside her in one thrust.
My name falls from her sweet lips in broken whispers, and I can’t stop. I need her more than I need to breathe.
Her hand tangles in my hair, pulling me back with a shaky breath. I turn my cheek to bite her thigh, making her moan and pull harder, only making me more desperate for her.
“You’re interrupting my meal,” I grumble, trying to get back to sucking her soul through her clit, but she holds me down by my hair.
“I need to breathe,” she gasps.
“I’m the one happily suffocating myself, andyouneed to breathe. Aren’t you a spoiled little—” I tease, but she cuts me off, shoving my face right where I want.
So far, this is my favorite way of her shutting me up. She can sit on my face and suffocate me anytime she wants.
At this rate, I encourage her to shut me up at least twice every day.
I use my shoulders to part her thighs wider before my tongue drains all the chaos from her mind. Her thighs begin to tremble, her pussy clamping around my tongue in a way that tells me she’s close.
Just when she’s about to fall off the edge, Hazel pulls back.
This is when I could’ve used my hands to grab her ass and smother myself in her taste.
Luckily for me, my Divine comes to the rescue. A tendril of smoke wraps around her waist and pushes her down, closer to my mouth, and within seconds, Hazel falls apart with a scream.
Hazel’s head falls back, rosy lips parted in pleasure. The sight is so seductive that I forget to slow down and keep teasing her clit. A sharp cry escapes her, but instead of moving away like I thought, she lets herself smother me, chasing another release.
I thrust my tongue inside her, my nose touching just above her clit. She needs firm pressure on her clit to climb that bridge, and I give her just that.
I pull back to take her clit in my mouth and nibble.
Hazel lights up like a firecracker, unraveling harder than before. And this time, she takes me off the cliff with her.
For the first time since I was a teenager, I come in my underwear like an amateur.
Her voice fades into soft, broken breaths as she comes down, but this time, I don’t continue the sweet torture. Instead, I soothe her swollen pussy with my tongue until she’s shaking so hard she can’t hold herself up and collapses beside me.
I drag the back of my hand across my mouth and turn to her.
My heart swells at the sight of her soft, satisfied smile. Her breathing is uneven, thighs still trembling. She’s never looked better.
The pride that settles in my chest is overwhelming. I feel like I conquered the world because I made my mate come so hard she nearly blacked out.
Her eyes open, something soft and bright in them, and it pulls me right back in. I grab her waist, dragging her over me, kissing her until I can’t breathe.
The kiss is dirty, hungry, teeth clashing, tongues chasing, and someday it might lead to more, but for now, this is enough. More than enough.
I tell her I’ll be right back and start to climb out of bed, planning to grab a washcloth to clean her up before I come back and hold her all night.
A sharp gasp behind me freezes me mid-step. I glance over my shoulder, and Hazel is staring at me, eyes wide.
Before I can react, she’s on her knees, pushing me to turn my back toward her. She murmurs under her breath, and then her fingers are tracing something along my back.
“My tongue did all the work, but you’re obsessed with my back?”
Her hand smacks my bare back the second the words leave my mouth.
I try to look back at her, but she’s not looking at me. Her eyes are locked on my back.
