He lifts his head, eyes locked on mine as he presses one finger to my entrance. He pushes it in slowly, and I groan, desperately wanting more.
“Mmm,” he hums. “You’re taking my finger so good.”
My breath is ragged as he continues teasing me, his finger moving in and out.
Then he adds a second finger, curling his fingers just right, stroking a spot that nearly makes me come undone.
“Jesus, Daltyn.”
“So tight.” He leans over me, teasing my clit with his tongue while continuing to slide his fingers inand out of me. The wet sounds fill the small bathroom, every thrust taking me higher.
“God. That feels good,” I pant, arching to meet his hand.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “Take the pleasure I’m giving you. Let me make you come.”
His voice, along with his fingers, sends me over the edge. I shatter with his name on my lips, clenching around him as my thighs shake.
I slump against the mirror, boneless from the orgasm.
A feral grin curls his lips. “Oh, I’m not done with you, Pey.” He spreads my legs wider, his hands holding me open.
“W-what?”
“Let me take care of you,” he whispers before he drags his tongue from my entrance to my clit in one long, leisurely stroke. My back arches, a broken moan tearing from me, sensitive from the orgasm I already had.
But he doesn’t stop.
Instead, he groans and growls, “Fuck yeah,” before his tongue swirls around my clit, then sucks it gently between his lips. My hands tangle in his dirty blond hair, nails scraping against his scalp as he keeps going. He doesn’t slow, just hums his approval against me, the sound rumbling through me.
“Daltyn,” I breathe, so sensitive I can barely stand it.
“That’s it, baby. Say my name,” he praises, driving me even crazier. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
He flattens his tongue, lapping at me like he can’t get enough. Sparks shoot up my spine, my thighs shaking.
“You taste so sweet,” he murmurs, pulling back enough to blow on my clit. I clench, my head falling back against the mirror.
“Too much,” I whimper, trying to close my legs, but he’san immovable force as he sucks so hard I see stars. He adds two fingers again, pumping them inside me.
“You can take it, Pey.”
I can no longer speak… or think. All I can do is feel as he drags me higher and higher until my hips buck, and another orgasm rips through me with blinding intensity. My nails dig into his scalp as I scream his name, my thighs clamping around his head, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me.
I’m a sobbing, begging mess when he finally eases his fingers out, then licks them clean with a low, satisfied moan. I watch him through hooded eyes as he presses kisses to my inner thighs before he rises, leaning over me.
“So damn beautiful,” he whispers, his lips hovering close.
Then he presses his lips against mine, sealing the promise with a kiss that tastes of me still on his tongue. I wrap my arms around him, clinging to him, as he kisses me like he’s still desperate for me.
Like he can’t get enough.
A knock on the door pulls me from the moment, reminding me where we are. I still for a beat, my heart racing, before pulling back.
“It’s occupied,” Daltyn yells.
He gives me a quick kiss before pulling me upright.
“Let’s get you dressed, then go home.”
