"Christ," he murmurs, taking in the sight of me. "You're fucking perfect."
His hands cup my breasts, testing their weight, thumbs circling my nipples until I'm arching into his touch, desperate for more. When his mouth replaces his hand, hot and wet around my nipple, I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
"Shh," he whispers against my skin, a smile in his voice. "Don't want to wake your friend."
The reminder of Lilly sleeping down the hall should be sobering, but somehow it only adds to the forbidden thrill of this moment.
His mouth continues its exploration, trailing kisses down my stomach to the waistband of my jeans. He looks up, eyes seeking mine. "May I?"
I nod, lifting my hips to help as he slides the pants down my legs. Now I'm left in just my underwear, feeling more exposed and more desired than I can remember ever feeling.
"These too?" he asks, fingers tracing the edge of my panties.
"Yes," I breathe, past the point of hesitation.
He draws them down slowly, eyes darkening as he reveals me completely. The cool air kisses my heated skin, making meshiver, or maybe it's the look of raw hunger on his face that causes the tremor.
"Spread your legs for me," he says, voice rough with desire.
I comply, letting my knees fall open. His large hands cup my thighs, thumbs tracing circles on the sensitive skin there.
"You're already wet," he observes, a note of satisfaction in his voice as he slides one finger through my folds.
The touch sends electricity through me, making me lift my hips seeking more. He obliges, slipping first one finger and then two inside me while his thumb finds and circles my clit.
"Oh god," I whisper, hands fisting in the cushions beneath me.
"That's it," he encourages, watching my face as he works his fingers in and out. "Show me what you like."
Before I can form a coherent response, he lowers his head, replacing his thumb with his tongue. The first touch of his mouth against my sensitive wet pussy nearly undoes me. I clap a hand over my mouth to stifle the moan that threatens to escape.
He's skilled and attentive, reading my body's responses and adjusting his rhythm accordingly. Two fingers curl inside me, finding the spot that makes my back arch while his tongue works magic on my clit. The combination is overwhelming, building pressure low in my belly with alarming speed.
"Tank," I gasp, one hand moving to tangle in his hair. "I'm close."
He hums against me, the vibration adding another layer of sensation, and increases his pace slightly. His free hand slides up to cover my breast, pinching my nipple lightly in time with the thrust of his fingers.
The multiple points of contact push me over the edge. My climax crashes through me in waves, and I have to bite down hard on my palm to keep from crying out. He stays with me through it, gentling his touch as the aftershocks ripple through me, only pulling away when I tug lightly at his hair.
When I can focus again, he's looking up at me from between my thighs with satisfaction.
"You're magnificent," he says, placing one last kiss on my inner thigh before rising to his knees.
I reach for him, suddenly desperate to feel his skin against mine. "Take these off," I command, tugging at his t-shirt.
He complies, pulling the shirt over his head to reveal a torso that's a masterpiece of muscle and ink. Tattoos cover much of his chest and arms, some I recognize as military symbols, others more personal designs I'll need time to decipher. But it's the sheer power of his physique that takes my breath away. Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, defined abs, and arms that could easily lift me without strain.
"Your turn," I say, reaching for the button of his jeans.
He helps me, shucking the denim down his powerful thighs and kicking them aside. Now he's left in just black briefs that do little to hide his impressive arousal.
I reach out, palming his hard cock through the fabric. He's big. Bigger than I've ever experienced before.
"See something you like?" he asks, voice strained as I continue to stroke him through his briefs.
"Very much," I answer honestly, hooking my fingers in the waistband. "May I?"
He nods, a muscle in his jaw ticking as I slowly lower the last barrier between us. His cock springs free, thick and hard, curving slightly toward his stomach.
