Her eyes catch mine, blazing and wild. I rise from the bed slowly.
“Lie down. Take your jeans off.”
She obeys, and fuck if that doesn’t make me harder. She moves slowly, carefully, but there’s nothing shy about the way her eyes burn into me while peeling those jeans down.
Her skin glows in the candlelight, smooth and tempting like sin dipped in honey.
“Good girl.”
I climb onto the bed, kneeling between her legs. My hands skim her knees, then up her thighs. She whimpers softly, her body already trembling.
I lean in, fingers ghosting toward her panties.
“Nervous?” I tease with amusement.
She huffs, chin tilted. “Of course not. Your hands are cold.”
I chuckle darkly. “Right. Let me warm them up.”
I hook my fingers in her panties and slide them down.
And holyfuck, the sight of her, laid out like that, bare and glistening in front of me? It’s driving me up the damn walls.
My fingers slide over her pussy, and fuck, she’s already soaked. Her breath hitches.
“I can’t wait to taste you.” I growl, dragging my lips down her belly slowly. I kiss just above her pussy, then lower, pressing a hard, claiming kiss right on her clit before swiping my tongue over it slowly, but deep enough to make her arch off the bed.
“Knox…” she gasps like a broken whisper.
I keep circling her clit with my tongue, lapping up every drop as if she’s my last goddamn meal. Her thighs tremble, hips twitching. When I brush my fingers against her entrance, she grinds down, needy, desperate to be filled.
“Not yet, pet.” I whisper against her cunt, my breath making her shiver. She lets out a little whine, that sweet sound of frustration, like I’ve denied her the fucking sun.
I can’t help but smirk, then drag my tongue down to her entrance, slipping it inside her.
“Oh God!” She moans, her hips rolling, riding my tongue with greedy little movements.
“You want my fingers?” I groan into her.
She doesn’t answer. Just keeps grinding on my face, lost in the pleasure.
So I stop.
I lift my head and lock eyes with her. Her chest is heaving, her mouth open, red and swollen from all that panting.
“Shit, Knox!” she cries out. “Yes! I want your fingers!”
There it is. I hold her gaze, then slide one finger inside her, slow but firm. She gasps, her body clenching like it’s never going to let me go. I don’t give her a second to adjust; one more finger slams in, and I start to fuck her with them, fast, deep, relentless.
“Oh my God!” She cries out, her hips jerking to meet every thrust.
She’s fucking stunning, spread open, dripping for me, her body writhing under my touch. “That’s it, Aspen. Fuck my fingers like a good girl.”
And she does, grinding into my hand; she’s starved for it. Her walls clamp down around my fingers, tight, desperate.
I lean in again, tongue back on her clit, circling slow, torturous swirls, and she moans louder, her whole body begging for release.
Her eyes slam shut. I pull my fingers out and thrust three back in. Her eyes fly open, wide and wild, and I watch her stretch around them, tight but giving. I set a hard, steady rhythm, thrusting until I feel them glide in and out with no resistance, her body completely surrendered.
