I groan at her taste, then dive in. No more teasing. I seal my mouth around her clit and suck, flicking my tongue, then circling. She's writhing beneath me, one hand fisted in the sheets, the other still tangled in my hair.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling to find that spot I know she likes. When I do, she’s loud, moaning and cursing and whimpering my name. It’s hot as fuck. Her thighs shake around my head, her hips grinding against my face as she chases the pleasure, and I let her.
I add a third finger, stretching her, fucking her deeper with them while my tongue works her clit with no mercy.
“I'm—” She can't even finish the sentence. “I'm going to—”
“Come on my tongue, Honeycomb.” I growl against her, my fingers never giving up. “Let me taste you.”
That's all it takes. She shatters, clenching around my fingers, her whole body going taut as the orgasm rips through her. I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs while she tries to catch her breath.
When I finally pull back, her chest is heaving, her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are glassy with lust. She looks wrecked.
Exactly how I feel inside.
“Come here,” she whispers.
I crawl up her body, and she kisses me greedily, tasting herself on my tongue. Her hand dives between us, wrapping around my throbbing cock and stroking with urgent need.
“I need you inside me,” she begs against my mouth. “Right now.”
I kick my pants and boxers off and the second I’m bare against her; I nearly lose all my shit. She’s so fucking perfect.
She guides me to her slick entrance. I push in with one slow, deep thrust, groaning as her tight, wet heat squeezes around every inch of me.
“Fuck...you feel incredible,” I rasp, burying my face in her neck.
She wraps her legs high around my waist. “Move, Zach. Fuck me. Please.”
I pull out almost completely, then thrust back in. The bed creaks as I set my rhythm, diving deep with every thrust. She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. I do it again, harder this time, and she moans.
“Yes—” She's panting now, her eyes squeezed shut as her nails rake down my back. “Right there—don't stop—”
I grip her thigh, spreading her wider, and pound into her exactly how she likes. I can feel her tightening again, fluttering around my cock.
“There?” I ask, doing it again.
“Yes—fuck—yes,”
I slip a hand between us, finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles while I keep thrusting. She's close. I can feel it in the way she's clenching around me, in the way her breathing has gone ragged.
“Come for me again,” I growl in her ear. “Want to feel your pretty pussy milking me.”
That’s all it takes.
She comes with a sharp, broken scream, her body seizing up as her walls clamp down around me. The feeling rips my own orgasm out of me. I bury myself to the hilt and groan her name as I spill deep inside her, pulse after pulse until I’m empty and shaking.
I pull out carefully and roll onto my back, pulling her against me, so she's curled against my side. She fits perfectly there with her head on my chest and her hand over my heart.She was made for me. I already know this.
I press my lips to the top of her head, listening to her breathing slowly even as she drifts off.
I lie there in the dark with her warm against my chest, staring at the ceiling with the gentle rock of the ship beneath us and the same thought circling my head.
I fucked up.
I toy with the envelope in my hand, letting the sharp edge prick at my finger as I watch Honey sleeping. Her hair spills across the pillow, and her arm is reaching over to the space where I was lying.
She’s going to expect me to be there when she wakes up.
