Her fingers tangled in my hair, nails scraping my scalp as I kissed lower, over the swell of her breasts. I took my time, teasing one nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. She whimpered, her body tightening beneath me, and I groaned in response, the vibration making her shudder.
“So responsive,” I growled, switching to the other breast, giving it the same attention. “Every little touch, and you fall apart for me.”
She didn’t answer, just made a broken sound, her hips lifting, seeking friction. I pinned her down with a hand on her stomach, holding her still as I worshipped her with my mouth. Her skin was hot, flushed, and I could feel the way her heart raced, like she was as desperate as I was.
I slid a hand down, fingers tracing the waistband of her jeans. “Lift your hips,” I ordered, voice rough.
She obeyed without hesitation, and I peeled the denim down her legs, tossing it aside. Her panties were next, nothing but a scrap of lace, and I hooked a finger under the fabric, dragging it down slow, savoring the way her breath hitched.
“Look at you,” I murmured, drinking in the sight of her—bare, trembling,minefor tonight. My cock pulsed, demanding, but I ignored it. This wasn’t about me. Not yet.
I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, then higher, teasing the sensitive skin. Her legs fell open, an invitation, and I didn’t hesitate. My tongue found her, slow and deliberate, and she cried out, her fingers clutching the sheets.
Her taste hit me like a punch to the gut—sweet, musky,real—and I groaned against her, my hands gripping her thighs hard enough to leave marks. She gasped, her back arching off the bed, fingers tangling in my hair like she was trying to pull me closer or push me away, I couldn’t tell which. Didn’t care. All that mattered was the way she shuddered when my tongue found that perfect spot, the way her breath came in ragged little bursts, the way her hips rolled up to meet my mouth like she was starving for it.
I lapped at her slowly, then faster, learning the way her body tensed when I circled her clit, the way her thighs trembled when I sucked just right. She tasted like sin and something softer, something that made my chest tighten. I couldn’t get enough. My cock ached, trapped in my jeans, but I ignored it, focused only on her—on the way her nails dug into my scalp, on the broken little sounds spilling from her lips.
“Fuck,please—” she begged, voice cracking, and I growled in response, the vibration making her whimper. I slid a finger inside her, then another, curling them just right, and her whole body locked up, her walls clenching around me.
“That’s it,” I murmured against her, my breath hot. “Let go.”
She came with a choked cry, her back bowing off the bed, her fingers clutching at me like I was the only thing keeping her from drowning. I didn’t stop, didn’t let up, dragging out every last shudder until she was boneless beneath me, her chest heaving.
I finally pulled back, my lips slick with her, my heart pounding like I’d just gone three rounds in a fight. She stared up at me, dazed, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark and glazed.
“Holyshit,” she breathed, and I smirked, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Yeah,” I agreed, my voice rough. “You’re fucking incredible.”
She didn’t answer, just reached for me, her hands fumbling with my belt, her touch desperate. I caught her wrists, pinning them to the bed.
My jeans were rough against my thighs as I shoved them down, freeing my cock. It stood thick and heavy, the tip already slick with need. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking slow, just once, my gaze locked on her.
She was a fucking vision—chest heaving, tits rising and falling with every ragged breath, her skin flushed pink from my mouth. Her lips were swollen, eyes dark and hungry, watching me touch myself like she wanted to take over. I tightened my grip, thumb smearing the precum over the head, and her tongue darted out, wetting her bottom lip.
"Fuck,"she whispered, and that was all it took.
I should’ve grabbed a condom. Should’ve had the decency to at leastpretendI gave a damn about consequences. But the alcohol hummed in my veins, and the way she looked at me—like she’d let me ruin her—shattered what little restraint I had left.
I shifted between her thighs, the head of my cock brushing against her. She was soaked, hot,ready. Her breath hitched as I pressed in, just the tip, and her nails dug into my shoulders.
"Wait—"she started, but then I pushed deeper, and the word dissolved into a gasp.
"Goddamn,"I groaned, my forehead dropping to hers. She wastight—so fucking tight it hurt, her walls clenching around me like she was made to take me. I bottomed out with a thrust, and she arched beneath me, a broken sound tearing from her throat.
"You feel—"Her voice cracked."Too good."
I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My hips rolled, slow at first, letting her adjust, but the way she clenched around me, the way her nails raked down my back—it unraveled me. I snapped my hipsharder, deeper, and she took it, her legs locking around my waist, pulling me in.
The bed creaked beneath us, the old springs groaning in protest, but I didn’t care. Nothing existed outside this—the slick heat of her, the way her breath came in sharp little gasps every time I hit that spot inside her, the way her tits bounced with each thrust.
I dropped a hand to her hip, gripping hard enough to bruise, and angled deeper. Her back bowed off the mattress, a cry spilling from her lips.
"Like that?" I growled, my voice rough.
"Yes—fuck, yes?—"
I lost it. My control shattered. I fucked her like I was trying to brand her from the inside out, each thrust punishing, each gasp from her lips feeding the fire burning through me. Her nails scored my skin, her legs trembled around me, and I knew she was close.
