My hands tangle in his hair as he travels down, pausing to taste and tease my nipples, then my belly, before he’s settled between my thighs.
His tongue traces my clit in slow, lingering sweeps, each lick deliberate, coaxing, the slick glide sending tremors through my thighs. One hand cups my breast—his thumb teasing over my nipple—while the other grips my hip, holding me in place.
My fingers curl into the sheets, clutching cotton as he alternates between sucking and licking and flicking. His mouth is pure devastating magic, each pass building until I’m suspended between surrender and desperation.
“Knox…” I breathe, my hand tangling in his hair, hips rocking greedily against his mouth, chasing the pleasure tightening low inside me.
When it hits, it’s a sudden, breathtaking rush, stealing my air, splintering me apart under the relentless stroke of his tongue.
As the aftershocks fade, his mouth slows, charting a reverent path up the inside of my thigh, over my stomach, across my ribs, every kiss another spark winding me up all over again.
By the time he’s braced above me, my breathing is shallow, my pulse still racing.
His gaze locks on mine, dark and unflinching.
“I love how you say my name when you come,” he rasps, warm against my mouth. “You’re so beautiful…taste so sweet.”His thumb grazes my cheek, his voice dropping even lower. “I can’t wait to feel you fall apart around me.”
Our mouths collide, desire sparking instantly. My hand slips between us, wrapping around him, stroking from base to tip, teasing, my fingers curling around his thick, hard length, perfectly manscaped and hot against my palm.
The weight. The faint shudder that runs through him at my touch. It all makes me ache for more.
He’s bigger than I imagined, which sends a flicker of nervous anticipation through me.
“It’s been over a year, and…” I trail off, my hips rising to meet him, a silent plea for this glorious man to finally fill me.
“I’ve got you.” His gaze holds mine, heady and sure. “Promise I’ll go slow.”
He eases inside, the first slow inch making me gasp. My nails bite into his shoulders as my body opens for him, the stretch sharp at first, then melting into a molten pull that has me clinging to him, desperate for more.
Another inch, heat and pressure building, my walls clenching around him, his hips pausing like he’s savoring the feel of me tightening around him.
“Fuck…” he groans. “So good.So…Fucking…Good.”
A breath shudders out of me, the fullness almost too much, almost too perfect at the same time.
He settles in deeper, hips at a slow and steady roll, chest brushing mine, tongues tangling, and for a beat, the world is nothing but us.
Unrushed, he draws back, pushing in and out again, the motion sending a sharp pulse of pleasure through me.
His rhythm remains unhurried, each thrust deliberate, like he’s intent on making me feel every single inch.
My hands roam his back, nails grazing the firm lines of muscle, clinging when the heat starts to crest again.
“Knox…” His name slips out, half moan, half plea.
“That’s right, Bubble Girl,” he murmurs against my mouth, kissing me between words. “Come all over me.”
His pace builds, still controlled but harder now, until the steady roll of his hips becomes something I can’t keep up with, my body tightening even more around him.
Shattering, my body quakes, its release crashing through me in waves, stealing my breath, my voice, pulling me under in one luminous starburst rush.
Knox groans low, deep in his chest, driving into me once more before his own climax takes him, heat spilling, body tensing above mine.
Forehead to forehead, we lie tangled together, breaths uneven, fingers laced above my head as if neither of us is willing to let go.
His body melts against mine, all warmth and solid strength, our heartbeats racing in tandem.
A crisp breeze slips through the window, cooling our sweat-damp skin as a blended scent of salt and sex lingers in the air between us.
