Jesus fucking Christ.
I groan, gripping her hips tighter, pinning her down as she writhes beneath me.
She’s so wet. So fucking perfect.
I bury myself deeper, my tongue lapping, teasing, pushing her higher.
She’s shaking, her thighs tensing, gripping, trying to keep control.
But she’s losing.
I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue just right.
“Oh, God—”
Her breath hitches. I feel it.
She’s close.
I slide two fingers inside her, stretching, curling, hitting exactly where she needs me.
She gasps, shatters as she falls apart in my hands.
She comes hard and I fucking love it.
Love the way she trembles, the way her hands fist in my hair, the way she whimpers my name like she never stopped belonging to me.
I grin against her, dragging it out, letting her ride it, my tongue lapping up every fucking drop like I’m starved for her.
Because I am.
Because I always was.
She’s still shaking when I stand, still panting when I kiss her, deep, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
She moans into my mouth, her nails scraping down my chest, desperate for more and fuck if that doesn’t drive me insane.
I pull her hips forward, grinding against her, letting her feel exactly what she does to me.
I’m so fucking hard, it’s painful.
I need more.
I need all of her.
My hands slide up her thighs, pushing fabric aside, preparing to undo my belt.
KNOCK KNOCK.
“Lila? Are you in there?”
Lila freezes.
I go still.
Her entire body locks up.
No.
