Her chest rises on a breath and her chin dips in the smallest nod I've ever seen, and I slide the straps off her shoulders and let the nightgown fall. It catches on the swell of her breasts before it slips free and drops past her hips and lands on top of the robe at her feet.
"Look at me."
Her eyes come up, and they're glassy and wide and her pulse is hammering in the hollow of her throat. I hook my thumbs into the waistband at her hips and pull her underwear down, and she steps out of them without my asking, one foot and then the other, and holy fuck, is my dick throbbing now.
I put my hand on her sternum and walk her backward toward the bed. Her calves hit the edge of the mattress, and she sits and then lies back when I press my palm flat between her breasts and push. She is so pliable, I could make her do whatever I want, and yet what I really desire is to make her writhe until she screams my name.
I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed and pull her toward me by her hips until her thighs are on either side of my head. Then I spread her knees and she lets them fall to the side.
"You're fucking gorgeous," I mumble, ready to dive into the pool of moisture beading between her thighs.
I press my lips to the inside of her left leg and she twitches, her muscles jumping under the skin. I drag my mouth along the soft crease where her thigh meets her hip and bite down before Ilet my breath dust her core. She's soaked, and when I press my tongue flat against her she makes a sound that comes from deep in her chest and her hips lift off the bed.
"Oh, God." Her fingers find my hair and pull while I hold her down with one hand spread across her lower stomach and work my mouth against her in long strokes that drag upward until I find the spot that makes her thighs clamp against my head. I circle it with the tip of my tongue and pull tiny gasps from her lips.
She's so sweet yet salty at the same time. And her body twitches and her hips roll under my mouth, moving so much, I have to pin her down so I can continue enjoying her taste.
"I can't—" Her hips push up against my mouth. "Fuck, I can't?—"
"You can." I pull back enough to speak against her, and the vibration makes her whole body shudder. "Let go, Mila."
I seal my mouth over her and push two fingers inside her at the same time, curling them forward. Her back comes off the bed in a full arch making her hips dip and angle forward. She's tight around my fingers and every time I curl them she clenches harder.
She bites down on her own hand to muffle the erotic sounds she makes, and I reach up and pull her wrist away from her mouth.
"No. I want to hear you."
"Fuck," she spits and then she moans under it. I keep my fingers moving inside her while my tongue works against her in the same rhythm. Her thighs are shaking and her stomach is trembling and I can feel her tightening in pulses that come faster and faster.
"You taste incredible," I say against her skin and she whimpers and pulls my hair hard enough that my scalp burns.
"Please." She's barely getting the word out. "Oh, God, please?—"
"Come for me."
Her whole body locks up. Her thighs squeeze against my head and her back lifts off the mattress, and she comes with a moan so loud, I know the whole house hears it. I keep my mouth on her and my fingers inside her and let her ride it out until her hips stop moving and her grip in my hair loosens and her legs fall open on the bed.
Then I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh and wipe my mouth on the back of my hand and stand. She's lying on her back with her chest heaving and her eyes closed and her skin flushed from her forehead down to her stomach.
"I don't think you understand how beautiful you are, Mila." I climb onto the bed beside her and run my hand from her hip to her ribs, and she turns her head and opens her eyes. There's a softness in her expression, and her fingers come up and trace the line of my jaw.
"Why do you want me?" she asks softly, but I can't even begin to answer that question. What I want and what I need are two very different things, but both explanations evade me right now.
"I told you. I don't do anything for free…" My lips claim hers before she can ask more questions, and I grind against her thigh hard. I want to be inside her so badly, I can't control myself anymore. "Turn over," I say.
She rolls onto her stomach, and I watch the muscles in her back shift under her skin, the line of her spine curving down to thesmall of her back where two dimples sit above the swell of her hips. I run my hand down the length of her and she arches into my touch as I take her by the hips and pull her up onto her knees. Her forearms go flat on the mattress and her back curves as her thighs part.
"Fuck, look at your ass," I whisper, pressing kisses to it before I slap it hard. Mila gasps, and I watch her holes pucker and think of how incredible it'd feel if she were wrapped around me doing that.
Then I position myself behind her and drag myself through the wetness between her legs and she pushes back against me, her fingers twisting into the sheets.
Her voice is muffled against the mattress as she says, "Don't tease me."
I push inside her easily this time, and she lets out a long, low groan. She's so wet that I slide in to the base on the first stroke, and her heat around me makes my stomach clench and my fingers dig into her hips. Gritting my teeth, I hold perfectly still for a moment, feeling the light flutters of her strong muscles around my girth. I could come right here and fill her.
"You feel so good." I say it quietly, and she answers by pressing her hips back against me.
I pull back and push in again slowly, every inch of my length dragging through her moisture. She drops her head between her arms as her breathing turns ragged.
