I trail kisses along her jaw, feeling her melt in my arms, and she tilts her head, granting me better access to her neck, the very spot I’ll claim one day. But tonight… tonight I’ll ravage her until she’s trembling, undone and addicted.
I flick my tongue down her tender neck. Her skin is sweet, and when I suck, slow and deep, her moan hits me like gasoline to a flame, and my eyes burn with that familiar flash of blue. She doesn’t even realise how much she affects me, how far she pushes me.
I pin her tighter, sucking hard on her neck, marking her in the only way I can for now.
Turning, I carry her to the bed, tossing her down like a prize I can finally feast on. Her back hits the duvet, and I’m on top of her instantly, claiming her mouth and devouring her kiss.
Her nails rake down my chest, and I hiss in pleasure, catching her wrists and pinning them above her head. My hand slides beneath her top, claiming a perfect handful of her breast. She gasps, her hips grinding against me with unspoken need.
I kiss her again, biting and sucking her lips before releasing her hands. I trail my hand down her arm, grip her jaw, and slide my thumb into her mouth.
She takes it in her mouth, lips closing around it salaciously, sucking with a sultry glint in her eye that makes my cock twitch.
“Fuck… that’s it…” I growl, watching her tongue swirl around my thumb like she’s tasting something far filthier. Her eyes locked with mine, promising things unsaid.
She licks it once more before I slide it out, brushing it over her lips and leaning down, I kiss her. She then rolls onto her stomach, and the view is fucking perfect.
Her ass is mostly exposed, that G-string buried deep between her cheeks. I clench my jaw, swallowing hard. Damn.
She reaches back, teasingly pulling at the zipper that runs down the length of her tiny skirt. She has it down less than halfway when I reach over, taking it from her. I take over, sliding it all the way down with agonising slowness, revealing another delicate little butterfly tattoo on her lower back just on the left.
I kiss it softly, reverently, before my gaze drops to her ass. I undo her skirt entirely, and it falls open like a gift just for me. She wriggles her hips, and her cheeks jiggle just enough to make me curse under my breath.
“Fuck, Darling,” I growl, gripping her ass with both hands,squeezing it. My dick’s rock-hard now, pressing against the zipper of my pants, begging to be freed.
I unzip my jeans, the need to fuck her so intense it clouds everything else. My hand fists in her hair, and I drag her head back just enough to whisper against her ear,
“You have no idea what you do to me.”
Her breath fans against my jaw, hot and ragged. As I press her chest back down into the bed, her ass arched perfectly for me. The scent of her arousal is heady, intoxicating, sweet and seductive. I swear I can feel her magic pulling at my restraint, unravelling me inch by inch.
Her breath is shaky, pupils dilated, lips swollen from our kissing – and I haven’t evenreallytouched her yet.
Not how I want to.
She’s on her stomach, panties soaking wet and barely covering her dripping pussy. I drop to my knees behind her, hands running down the curve of her spine, parting those perfect cheeks. Her back arches beautifully, offering herself to me, and I almost come from the view alone.
“Take me, Jayce.”
“I need to taste you first.”
I lean in, running my tongue up the crease of her ass to the base of her spine. Slow, deliberate. She shudders, a whimper escaping her.
Fuck. I bite gently into one cheek before spreading her wider, letting her feel my breath hot against her core. I hook my fingers in her panties, ripping them down in one savage motion, baring her dripping pussy to me. I stare for a second, jaw clenched at the sight of her wet, needy, glistening core, something carved out of every sinful fantasy I’ve ever had.
I slide a hand under her taut stomach, lifting her just enough to tilt her hips up. Her wet little pussy glistens, begging for me. And I give in.
My tongue flicks out, pressing into her folds, soft and slow at first, just a tease. She gasps, fists clenching the sheets, her thighs trembling beneath my grip. I flip her over, and then I devour her.
I flatten my tongue and lick her from entrance to clit, again and again, groaning into her as her taste hits me. She’s fucking divine. Sweet and addictive. My hands grip her thighs hard, holding her open, and I go lower, tongue-fucking into her, sliding deep and slow, feeling her walls flutter around me.
She moans hornily, her hands fisting the duvet.
“Oh gods…” she whimpers as I fuck her with my tongue, letting her grind against my face. It’s a fucking drug, one that I’m already hooked on. “Jayce, oh fuck…” she breathes.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her, licking her slit again, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue. “Give me everything, sweetheart. Let me hear how much you want me.”
I can sense her emotions, but there’s something even better when you can hear it.
