“Spread your legs so I can see you.”
Slowly, she opens her legs and I suck in a breath at the sight.
She’s glistening.
“Holy fuck.” I climb onto the bed and use my hands to press her thighs further apart. “I can’t wait to taste you again.”
The first stroke of my tongue against her center has her clutching at the sheets. She’s already so wet, so ready for me.
I work her with my mouth and tongue until she’s writhing, her pleas loud and desperate as she teeters on the edge. Only then do I slide up her body, pausing to shed my own clothes before rising above her.
“Look at me,” I command softly.
Her eyes flutter open, dark with desire, and lock with mine. In that moment, something shifts between us—something deeper than physical attraction, more profound than lust.
Slowly, I push inside, watching her face as I fill her completely. The tight heat of her pussy gripping my dick nearly undoes me. Determined to make this last, I manage to keep myself in check—barely.
“You feel so good,” she groans, wrapping her arms around my neck as I begin to thrust.
I set a slow, deliberate rhythm, wanting to memorize every sensation—the way she feels, the soft sounds she makes, how her body responds to what I do.
“Tell me what you need,” I whisper against her ear, my voice rough with restraint.
“Harder,” she breathes.
I don’t hesitate for a second. Gripping her hips, I slam into her. Her gasps turn into moans, sending fire racing through my veins.
“Like this?” I growl, driving into her over and over, throwing a mental fist in the air when her eyes roll back in her head.
“Yes,” she pants, digging crescents into my biceps with her nails. “Fuck, yes!”
When I pull out and flip her onto her stomach, she lets out a surprised yelp that turns into a moan when I yank her hips up and thrust back into her from behind.
“Fuck,” I hiss. The new angle and the tight grip of her pussy nearly undoes me.
Pushing her down so she’s lying flat on the bed, I slide one hand beneath her, finding her slick clit, circling it with my middle finger in time with my thrusts. Then I slide my other hand up between her breasts, to the elegant column of her throat, until I’m gripping her neck. The rapid flutterof her pulse against my fingers almost makes me lose it right then and there.
“You want more?” I grunt against her ear.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps.
Applying just enough pressure to let her know I’m the one in control, her entire body shudders beneath me as her inner walls start to clench.
“You like that, don’t you?” I growl into her ear. “You like it when I take control.”
“Yes,” she whimpers, voice breaking as I increase the pressure on her clit.
Her body is trembling, back arched, half her face pressed into the pillow as I fuck into her with deep, long strokes. I can feel her getting close, her breathing growing more ragged with each savage thrust.
“Come on, kitten.” My voice is rough with need. “I want to feel you.”
And that’s all it takes. One simple request and she shatters, crying out my name as her body convulses. The rhythmic pulsing of her walls around my dick is too much to resist, and I instantly follow her over the edge, burying myself deep as I come with a groan.
For several long moments, we stay locked together, breathing hard. Finally, I ease my grip on her neck and pull out.
Rolling her over, I press a gentle kiss to her neck and collapse beside her.
She rolls onto her side to face me, cheeks flushed, eyes bright.
