“Mhm,” I breathe.
“What do you need, love?”
“Please...”
His hand stills.
“Use your words.”
“Please make me come.”
“What my woman wants, she gets.”
He sucks at my clit one last time as the pace of his fingers quickens, and I let go.
Pleasure crashes through me. I squeeze around his fingers as I ride out my orgasm.
He doesn’t stop. He licks me clean before I finally release my grip on his hair.
“I can never get enough of your taste,” he growls.
Then he lifts his head and kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue, him too, and the combination is intoxicating.
As he kisses me, his cock nudges my entrance, and a moan falls from my lips straight into his mouth.
“Yes,” I whisper.
I lift my hips, trying to coax him closer, but he only chuckles.
“So impatient for me, love?”
“Please.”
His expression turns smug. “I do love hearing you beg.”
The head of his cock presses inside me.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
My eyes flutter shut.
“More.”
His hand tightens on my hip. “Greedy little thing.”
I drag my nails down his back, my chest pressed to his as I feel the hard planes of his body and the rigid muscle beneath my fingertips.
I moan when he finally pushes all the way in.
He groans and stills, as he always does, giving me a moment to adjust to his size.
I lift my eyes to his. “I need you to move.”
His dimple makes an appearance.
“Did I tell you how much I love you?”
“Not for a few hours now,” I say with a smile.
