She grabbed my chin again.
“Kiss me.”
I sat up, grabbed her hips, and kissed her. She pushed my head back onto the pillow, leaning over me as she grabbed a tuft of my hair and yanked so I had to look directly into her eyes.
“Not there.”
My hands were on her instantly. I slid back until my headwas right next to the headboard, then gently began guiding her movements above me.
“Wh—what are you doing?” she asked.
Her innocence was such a fucking turn-on. She was trying to control me, but I knew she was hurting, so I was going to guide her, even if she didn’t realize it.
“Hands on the headboard, open your legs, and sit on my face,” I commanded.
She laughed.
“What??”
“Sit on my fucking face. Now. I want to watch my good girl cum.”
She obeyed, spreading her legs. Every inch of her was tense and waiting. I watched her. I watched the way her hips tilted. I watched her chest rise and fall. Then I looked directly into her—open, wide, wet, for me.
“Can you breathe?” she asked. I appreciated her checking in on me, but I couldn’t breathe, and that was the point.
“No.” I inhaled her. God, it was fucking psychotic how good she smelled.
“Good,” she whispered.
“Fucking suffocate me, Trouble.” She relaxed, putting all her weight on my face.
I dragged my tongue over her clit, slow at first, learning her, listening to every broken sound she moaned. Her moans were soft at first. She was nervous. I could feel her shaking on me.
But when her hips started moving against my face, I lost whatever control I had left. I pushed in deeper, tasting her, devouring her, chasing every reaction like I couldn’t get enough.
Her moans turned rough, desperate. Her fingers twisted in my hair, thighs locking tight around my head, and I let it happen. I let her hold me there, let her use me, while I kept going, starving for it, for her.
“Max, holy shit—” shecried out.
Was it too much for her? She was shaking so badly. I wrapped my hands around her thighs and squeezed.
“Ahhh, fuck,” she screamed.
“Mine,” I growled, my voice lost against her skin.
“All yours,” she gasped. “No one else. Just you.”
That did it. I pushed a finger inside her, mouth working harder, deeper, chasing every sound out of her until her hands slammed into the headboard and she screamed my name.
I held her there, gripping her thighs as she arched, shaking, coming apart over my mouth.
“Fuck—yeah,” I breathed. “That’s it. Give it to me.”
Her orgasm exploded against my mouth, the tiny pulses pounding against my tongue. She tasted fucking amazing. The best thing I had ever savored.
I grabbed her hips, flipping her down onto the bed. My hands never left her skin.
“You okay?”
