She lowers her head. Her tongue circles my nipple, slow, then closes around it with a suction that makes my hips roll upagainst hers. She sucks harder, flicks her tongue across the peak, and I grip her shoulder and she responds by grinding down against me and the friction through our underwear is constant, steady, building. I'm wet and she's wetter, soaking through the cotton, the heat of her pressing against my thigh.
She switches to the other breast. Teeth this time, a scrape and then a bite that's sharp enough to pull a sound out of me that's louder than I expected, and she lifts her head and grins.
"Found it," she says.
"You found it weeks ago too."
She looks so smug. "I like finding it again."
She kisses down my stomach. She doesn't rush. She kisses my ribs and my hip and the soft skin below my navel and each kiss is placed with the same deliberate care she brings to everything, and I'm watching her move down my body and I can see her face and her face is focused and hungry and sure.
She hooks her fingers in my underwear. Pulls them down. I lift my hips and she slides them off my legs and drops them on the floor and I'm naked and she's between my thighs looking at me with those dark eyes and her hands are warm on the inside of my knees, spreading them wider.
"I love you," she says. Looking at me. Looking at my pussy, spread open and wet because she's been winding me up since the toothbrush and my body doesn't hide what it wants. "I love you and I love doing this." She runs one finger through me, teasing my clit, slow, and my whole body shudders. "I want you to come in my mouth."
"Then put your mouth on me."
She laughs, warm breath against my inner thigh, and then her tongue is on me and I stop thinking.
She's learned. That's what a few weeks and total attention will do. She knows where to press and when to pull back and how to use the flat of her tongue and the tip of her tongue and exactly how much pressure makes me arch off the bed. She wraps her arms under my thighs and pulls me closer and her mouth is hot and wet and she eats me out like she's starving for it, tongue pushing inside me and then dragging up to my clit, and I grip the sheets with both hands and stop trying to be quiet.
"Fuck. Right there. Stay right there."
She stays. Her tongue working my clit in a steady rhythm that's building something at the base of my spine, tight and climbing, and I can feel her shoulders flexing between my legs and her breath coming fast against my skin and her mouth is so wet, spit and my own arousal slicking her chin, and it's filthy and perfect. I reach down and put my hand in her hair and hold her where I need her and she moans against me and the vibration goes straight through my clit and pushes me closer.
"Harder. Don't stop."
She presses harder. Flattens her tongue and drags it up and circles back down and sucks my clit into her mouth and I'm close, the heat building in my thighs and my stomach and the place behind my clit where everything converges, and I can hear myself making sounds I don't control, sharp and rhythmic, and she doesn't stop, doesn't change, just holds the rhythm with her mouth and her arms and her whole body and I come.
It hits hard. My back arches and my thighs close around her head and my hand fists in her hair and I'm shaking, the orgasm rolling through me in waves that start deep and spreadoutward into my limbs and my chest and my face, and she stays on me through all of it, tongue slowing as I come down, soft now, gentle, until my body stops shaking and my hand loosens in her hair.
She kisses my inner thigh. Rests her cheek there. Looks up at me with her chin wet and her eyes bright and an expression on her face that's pure, specific pride.
"Good?" she says, the smugness is thick in her voice.
"Get up here."
She crawls up my body. Settles beside me. I can smell myself on her mouth, on her chin, and I kiss her hard, tasting us both, salt and slick, and then I roll her onto her back and pin her wrists above her head and she inhales sharply and her hips lift off the mattress.
"My turn," I say.
"Yeah." Her voice is wrecked. "Please."
I take her bra off with one hand, the other still holding her wrists, and the coordination isn't smooth but she doesn't care because my mouth is on her breast before the bra clears her arms and she gasps and arches into me. Her nipples are hard and dark and sensitive and when I bite down she says my name in a voice I only hear in this bed, low and broken and real.
"Teague. Fuck."
"I've got you."
I suck harder, pulling her nipple between my lips, flicking my tongue across the peak, and her back bows off the bed and her hips grind up against my thigh. I press my thigh between her legs and give her pressure and she takes it, rolling against me,desperate, and I can feel how wet she is through her underwear, soaking the cotton, soaking my skin.
I let go of her wrists. She keeps her hands above her head because she wants them there, because she likes what it does to me when she's spread open and waiting. I pull her underwear off and they're drenched and she doesn't care and neither do I. I settle between her legs and she's swollen and wet and I can see her clit and the slick on her inner thighs and I want my mouth on all of it.
I know her body now. I know that she likes my mouth on her neck before I go down. I know that the inside of her thigh makes her squirm if I drag my teeth along it. I know that she gets louder when I look at her, that eye contact while my tongue is on her clit is the thing that pushes her over.
So I look at her.
I press my mouth against her pussy and I look up at her and she looks down at me and her lips are parted and her chest is flushed and her hands are gripping the pillow above her head and she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my apartment, in my bed, in my life.
