Her eyes go wide, pupils blown black with want. “You don't have to?—”
“I want to.” I press kisses up her inner thigh, feeling her tremble. “Been thinking about this all fucking day. How you taste. How you sound when I make you come on my tongue.”
“Jesus.” Her head falls back as I part her with my fingers, revealing pink, glistening flesh.
The first swipe of my tongue makes her cry out. She's already wet, already swollen with need. I circle her clit slowly, making her hips buck against my face.
“So fucking sweet.” I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that makes her whole body jerk. “Could eat this pretty pussy for hours every day.”
“Please.” Her thighs shake on either side of my head. “Don't tease.”
I seal my lips around her clit and suck hard, pumping my fingers in a steady rhythm. She comes apart above me, her back bowing, a stream of curses falling from her lips. I work her through it, not letting up until she's pushing at my shoulders.
“Too much, too much—” She's panting, chest heaving.
I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Her taste coats my tongue, and I want more. Want everything.
But she's already reaching for my belt, her fingers sure despite their trembling. “My turn.”
She slides off the couch arm to her knees, and the sight of her there—naked, marked by my mouth, eyes dark with intent—nearly undoes me. She gets my pants open, shoving them down along with my boxers. My cock springs free, hard, and leaking.
“Fuck, look at you.” She wraps her hand around me, and I hiss through my teeth. “So hard for me already.”
“Nova—”
She cuts me off by taking me in her mouth, no warning, just wet heat engulfing me. My hands fly to her hair, not guiding, just needing to touch her. She takes me deep, her throat working around the head of my cock.
“God fucking damn it.” My hips jerk forward. “Your mouth?—”
She pulls off with a wet pop, grinning up at me. “You like that?” She licks a stripe up the underside, tonguing the sensitive spot just below the head. “Like watching me on my knees for you?”
“You know I do.” My voice comes out wrecked.
She takes me deep again, one hand working what doesn't fit in her mouth, the other cupping my balls. She sets a punishing pace, and I can feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine.
“Stop.” I pull her off gently. “Not yet. Need to be inside you.”
She lets me haul her to her feet, spinning her to face the couch. “Hands on the cushions.”
She bends forward immediately, presenting that beautiful ass. I run my hands over the curves, spreading her wider. “Look how wet you are. Dripping down your thighs.”
“Please.” She pushes back against me. “I need you.”
I line myself up, rubbing the head of my cock through her folds. “Tell me what you need.”
“You.” She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder, and the need in her eyes steals my breath. “Your cock. Inside me. Now.”
I push in slowly, watching her stretch around me. We both groan at the sensation. She's tight, hot, exactly what I need. When I'm fully seated, I have to pause, overwhelmed by the feeling.
“Move.” She rocks back against me. “God, Silas, please move.”
I pull almost all the way out before slamming back in. The sound she makes—half scream, half moan—spurs me on. I set a brutal pace, one hand on her hip, the other tangled in her hair.
“Is this what you needed?” I punctuate each word with a thrust. “My cock filling you up?”
“Yes!” Her arms give out, and she collapses to her elbows. The new angle lets me go deeper, and we both curse.
I pull her up against my chest, still buried inside her. My hand finds her throat, not squeezing, just holding. “Want to feel you come on my cock. Can you do that for me?”
