The sounds leaving my mouth are loud now, not bothering to hide the sheer pleasure of feeling his wet tongue on me; my hands gripping his hair so hard I’m sure it must hurt, as my hips rock forward on instinct.
My head falls back, a whimper escaping my lips as he enters two fingers into me, curling them and hitting that spot just right.
“You taste like fucking heaven, Mia… I’m never gonna get enough of this.” He moans against my core, the vibration making my hips buck against his face.
He controls the movements of his tongue in time with the motion of his fingers, alternating long, lazy strokes of his tongue with the sharp, focused pressure with his fingers inside and against my clit. His touch is everywhere, all consuming.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my face. Use me. Let me feel how desperate you are.” He growls against my skin, vibrating through me.
“Oh fuck, Grant,” I pant in between shallow breaths, his dirty talk sending me into a spiral “Your mouth, your filthy mouth, it’s so good, so..aaahh”a feral moan leaves my mouth before I can help it as pure pleasure shoots through me.
When he slides two fingers back inside, wet and slick with my arousal, it’s with purpose, finding that sweet, swollen spot, in perfect rhythm moving circles over my clit shoving me to the edge with a whole-body jolt.
“Grant,” I cry out, my voice breaking on his name like a prayer I didn’t mean to say out loud.
“Oh God—yes, right there!” I pant, my thighs tensing around his head like I’m trying to hold myself together, and failing spectacularly.
My body starts to shake, my breathing turning ragged, head tossed back, as he sucks me in deeper, like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted in his mouth.
He moves faster. His tongue circles my clit while his fingers thrust and curl, a perfect, devastating rhythm. The pressure builds, sharp and tight, and I can barely hold myself upright.
“Let go for me, baby,” he murmurs, voice low against my skin.
The way he says it, like he knows I’m right there—like he wants to watch me lose it for him—it’s too much.
“Oh fuck yes” I cry out as my body tightens, then unravels all at once.
My thighs clamp around his head, and I shake against him, pure pleasure tearing through me so hard it steals every word from my mouth, as I cry out sounds of pleasure I don’t even recognize.
The release pulses through me in waves. I’m soaked. I’m shaking. I’m completely, utterly gone.
And still… he doesn’t move until I finally tug at his hair, breathless, and thoroughly stimulated. My legs are jelly, my heart pounding against my ribs like it’s trying to get out.
He finally pulls away, catching me as my legs buckle. He’s breathless, aching, and grinning like a cocky bastard.
He looks up, mouth shiny, eyes heavy with hunger and pride. I can barely focus. I’m holding onto the tile like I might melt through it.
When he stands, I pull him into a kiss that’s messy and hot, tasting every bit of my pleasure on his tongue. He groans into my mouth, and I feel it—how badly he’s holding back. How wrecked he already is just from pleasuring me.
I smile against his lips. My hands slide down his pectorals, down his wet torso, tracing the dips and planes of his defined abs.His skin is hot beneath the spray, flushed from effort or need—maybe both.
Grant groans, low and rough. His hand braces on the tile next to my head as I take him into my hand, stroking him once—slow and firm. His hips twitch forward.
“I’m on the pill,” I whisper, voice low and unsteady. “And I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.” I dip my head feeling a bit embarrassed of the confession.
My hand stills on him, just for a second. The water beats down around us, but I can barely hear it over the thud of my own heart. I wait—for tension, hesitation, anything—but when I lift my eyes back to his, he’s already looking at me like I just handed him something sacred.
His gaze locks with mine. Wide. Open. Fierce.
“I’m clean,” he says, voice thick. “Got tested last month.” He leans in closer, one hand cradling the side of my face now, careful, grounding. “And I haven’t been with anyone since the first time I saw you.”
Something catches in my throat. The way he says it—steady, sure, likethatwas the moment everything changed for him—it knocks the air out of me.
He’s not just here for the heat. He’s here forme.
Every inch of my skin is already burning, but it’s nothing compared to the way those words ignite something deep in my chest. I nod, just once, and he sees it.
He presses his very large, very hard cock against my core, running the head through my wet clit.
