The air between them crackled. Andre stared at her naked body like a man dying of thirst who'd found water. His eyes tracked from her breasts down her stomach to the neat triangle of dark curls between her legs. She was so wet she could feel it on her inner thighs.
Joy could see the outline of his cock straining against his jeans, the denim pulled tight. The sight made her mountain lion prowl restlessly, wanting to claim, to bite, to mark. The urge was so strong she had to clench her fists.
"No claiming." The words came out harsh. "I need to know you understand."
"Whatever you need." Andre's hands gripped her hips, fingers flexing like he wanted to pull her closer but was holding back. "However you want it. Just let me taste you."
"On your knees." The command came out steady.
Andre's pupils dilated further, his nostrils flaring. Without hesitation, he slid off the couch to kneel on the floor. The move was fluid, eager. He looked up at her from his position, and the sight made her knees weak. This massive bear shifter on his knees because she told him to be. Waiting for her next command.
"Good boy." The praise made him shudder. Joy shifted to the edge of the cushions, legs spreading naturally. "Now show me what that mouth can do."
Andre moved between her thighs. His hands skimmed up her legs, leaving trails of fire. Every nerve ending seemed to wake up under his touch.
"You smell so good," he whined, the sound desperate as he pressed kisses to her inner thigh. His stubble scraped the sensitive skin, making her jump. "I've been thinking about this since I first saw you. Dreaming about how you'd taste."
His mouth moved higher, teasing. Each kiss was placed with intention, working up from her knee along the tender inside of her thigh. Joy's hands found his hair, fingers tangling in the short strands. When his breath ghosted over her center, hot and damp, she tightened her grip.
"Less thinking." She pulled him closer, until his mouth was an inch from where she needed it. "More licking."
Andre's first lick was tentative, testing. Just the tip of his tongue tracing her outer lips. Joy's hips bucked at the contact, trying to get more pressure. He gripped her thighs, holding her steady as he explored. His tongue traced her folds like he was mapping her, learning every ridge and valley.
"Oh god." He spoke against her, making her shiver. The vibration of his words against her sensitive flesh made her gasp. "You taste so fucking good. Like honey.”
He found her clit with the tip of his tongue, circling it gently. Too gently. Joy's grip in his hair tightened, guiding him, showing him what she needed.
"Yes, Andre." She pulled him closer, grinding against his face. "Give me more. Use your whole tongue."
Andre obeyed instantly. His tongue pressed firmly against her clit, licking with purpose now. Broad strokes that had her seeing stars. Joy's thighs trembled, her breath coming in pants. She used her grip on his hair to show him exactly what she wanted—faster, harder, then slower, teasing. He learned quickly, reading her responses, adjusting his technique.
"Like that." She ground against his face shamelessly. "Just like that. Don't you dare stop."
His hands moved from her thighs to her ass, pulling her to the very edge of the couch. The angle was perfect now, giving him full access. She was spread wide, completely exposed to his hungry mouth. He looked up at her, eyes dark with lust, before sealing his mouth over her clit and sucking.
"Fuck!" Joy's back arched, pleasure shooting through her like lightning. Her hands fisted in his hair hard enough that it had to hurt, but he just moaned against her, the vibration making everything more intense.
Andre alternated between sucking and licking, reading her responses perfectly. He'd found the rhythm that drove her wild and stuck to it with single-minded determination. When her thighs started to shake, when she could feel the telltale tightening in her belly, he slid one hand between her legs.
"Yes." She spread wider for him. "Use your fingers.”
One thick finger slid into her easily. She was so wet there was no resistance. He crooked his finger, searching, and found her g-spot with uncanny accuracy.
"There." She could barely speak through the pleasure. "Right there. Oh god, right fucking there."
He added a second finger, stretching her while his tongue worked her clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming. She rode his face, chasing her pleasure, using him for her own satisfaction.
His fingers pumped steadily, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust. His tongue never let up on her clit, licking and sucking in the rhythm she'd shown him. The wet sounds of his mouth on her, his fingers moving inside her, filled the small room.
"I'm going to come." The words tumbled out between gasps. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop. I'm going to?—"
Her orgasm crashed over her without warning. White-hot pleasure exploded from her core, radiating outward in waves. She ground against his face, using her grip on his hair to hold him in place as she rode it out. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers, her clit pulsing against his tongue. Andre worked her through it, fingers pumping steadily, tongue never stopping even when she was oversensitive and shaking.
Only when the last aftershock faded did she release his hair. Her hands were cramped from gripping so tight. Andre sat back on his heels, face wet with her arousal from nose to chin, eyes bright with satisfaction and unquenched need. He licked his lips, savoring her taste, and the sight made her clench again.
"Holy shit," Joy managed, still trying to catch her breath.
Joy looked down at his jeans, where his cock strained against the denim. Her mountain lion rumbled with renewed hunger. She'd come hard, but she wasn't nearly satisfied. She needed more. Needed all of him.
