Hot. Starved. Devouring.
My head falls back with a cry as his tongue slides through me, as he groans against my skin like I'm the first meal he's ever had. He licks me like he's not going to stop until I come apart for him.
My hands fly to his hair, my back arching off the counter. His tongue moves perfectly, licking and sucking, finding every sensitive spot.
"Oh God," I gasp, my thighs trembling.
He groans against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my core. "Sweetest fucking thing I've ever tasted."
His words are filthy, possessive, and they shouldn't turn me on this much, but wow, do they.
One of his hands leaves my thigh, fingers digging into my hip to hold me steady. The other slips between my legs and spreads me open wider, so his tongue can go deeper, can fuck me with slow, devastating strokes that have my heels digging into his back.
"Fuck," I gasp, clawing at the counter. "Octavian. God."
He groans like I just gave him oxygen.
"That's it," he says, breath hot against my soaked skin. "Say my name again."
He sucks my clit between his lips, tongue circling, pressure perfect.
"Octavian."
The pleasure is so sharp, so overwhelming, that I can't hold back. I feel my body tensing while also feeling like I'm floating off the counter.
I grab his hair and pull his head against my clit as my orgasm rips through me like lightning. I grind against his mouth as my legs shake and my voice sticks in my throat as I come on his tongue.
He doesn't let up, just keeps licking through it, like he wants every last drop of my pleasure.
When I finally relax, my body's limp and I'm giggling at how intense the climax was.
He pulls back, his lips glistening. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I could do that every day," he says.
I sit up and kiss him deep and sensually, getting the full taste of myself on his lips. I moan, grabbing his shoulders, needing him inside me now.
He lifts my shirt off, unhooks my bra, and begins sucking my nipples. I lick my lips as I reach down and stroke him from outside his sweatpants. He's so incredibly hard.
For a moment, I can't decide if I want him in my mouth or inside me. Either way, I need to feel him.
I slide my hand under his pants, and he helps me, shoving his sweatpants down and freeing himself.
Jesus, I forgot how damn huge he was. I stroke his thick shaft and feel some precum on my fingers.
As he kisses my neck, I bring a finger to my mouth and lick him off me. Salty and all mine.
"Last time," he says, coming up and kissing my lips, "we fucked without a condom. Do I need to get one?"
"No," I shake my head and kiss him while stroking him. "I'm on the pill. We're all good. Now get this," I say, squeezing his cock, "inside me. Now."
My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer.
He grabs himself and positions the tip right at my entrance.
He pushes into me slowly, and I gasp at the stretch, the fullness. He's so big, and like last time, it's almost too much, but I don't want him to stop because I know I can take him.
"Fuck," I scream, his forehead dropping to mine. "Gentle, baby," I say instinctively, scooting back.
