Her eyes are wide and confused but she lifts herself onto her elbows. I slide the pillow under her head, then I do the same with the second one.
I slide my hand into her hair and grip it hard, lifting her face to mine.
She gasps, but her body goes soft.
She likes it.
I lower my head and capture her lips in a harsh, demanding kiss.
She meets me with a desperate hunger, but I break away before she can deepen it.
With my lips a whisper away from her, I repeat, "Eyes on me."
I emphasize the order with another tug of her hair, a little harder than before.
Her breath hitches. A choked, desperate sound escapes her.
Her pupils swallow the color of her eyes, and her thighs clamp around mine in involuntary reaction.
She is so ready.
But I keep completely still until she nods, eyes firmly locked on mine.
I release her hair and slide my body back down hers, my gaze never leaving hers as I settle between her splayed legs.
Then I lower my head.
And finally, finally, put my mouth on her.
I start with a long, slow lick, a full tasting.
Her hips buck, a choked sob tearing from her throat.
Her hands fist in the sheets, holding on tight.
But she does not look away.
Her eyes are locked on mine, dark and wild with a pleasure so intense it is almost painful to witness.
Her surrender is a gift.
One I will not waste.
I devour her.
There is no other word for it.
I lick and suck and nip, my tongue delving into her slick heat, my teeth grazing her sensitive flesh. I find her clit, a small, hard pearl of nerves, and I suck it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue.
Her entire body convulses as cries tear from her throat one after another.
Her thighs clamp around my head, her body arching off the bed in a bow.
I love the way she tastes.
I love the way she sounds.
I love the way she feels.
