I hook my fingers into her panties, sliding them down her legs with agonizing slowness. I want to savor this—savor her—in ways I never have before.
"William," she breathes, impatient now. Another flash of lightning exposes her playing with her breasts.
I smile against her skin. "Something you want?"
"Don't tease." The command loses some authority when her voice breaks on the second word.
"But I'm so good at it." I place a soft kiss just shy of where she wants me. "And you deserve to be teased. After all those raccoon jokes."
I press a kiss to her hipbone and add, "Patience, we have all night."
"The power could come back any minute," she argues, squirming beneath me.
I laugh against her skin. "Then we'd better make the most of the darkness."
I part her thighs wider, settling comfortably between them. The first broad stroke of my tongue against her pussy pulls a sound from her throat I've never heard before—something between a gasp and a sob. She grips my shoulders, nails digging in as I continue, alternating between firm strokes and gentle circles.
I know her body well enough to recognize when she's close—the tension in her thighs, the change in her breathing. Tonight, however, just as she teeters on the edge, I pull back, pressing kisses to her inner thighs instead.
"What—" She sounds dazed, confused. "Why did you stop?"
"Not stopping," I murmur against her heated skin. "Just slowing down."
She makes a frustrated sound that turns into a moan as I return to her cunt, building her up again with agonizing precision. And just as she's about to come, I pull back again, relishing her frustrated whimper.
"William," she gasps, body arching. "What are you doing to me?"
"Learning you," I whisper against her thigh. "In the dark. With no distractions."
Her breathing is ragged, chest heaving with each inhale underneath me. "This is torture."
"This is worship," I correct, kissing my way back up to her core. "And you deserve every second of it."
Her frustration, her need, it’s palpable and sends heat pulsing through me. I've never denied her like this before; we're usually too desperate for each other, racing toward release. But tonight, in this storm-wrapped darkness, I want more. I want pleasure, but also to give her all the pleasure in the world.
I slide my hands beneath her, lifting her hips slightly as I return to her delicious pussy. This time, I'm relentless, my tongue circling her clit with unwavering focus. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders, hands fisting my hair almost painfully. I slip two fingers inside her, curling them forward to find that spot that makes her—
"Oh god," she cries out, her entire body tensing. "William, I'm—"
I don't stop this time, working her through the waves of her orgasm as she pulses around my fingers. The sound she makes—my name mixed with something primal and desperate—nearly undoes me. I could listen to that sound forever and never tire of it.
I keep going, drawing out her pleasure until she's gasping, hands pushing weakly at my head.
"Too much," she breathes. "I can't—"
When the last tremor subsides, I press a gentle kiss to her inner thigh and move up her body. Lightning flashes, illuminating her face for a brief moment—eyes closed, lips parted, expression one of complete surrender. Something fierce and possessive roars through me at the sight.
"You're incredible," I whisper, finding her mouth in the darkness. She kisses me deeply, tasting herself on my lips.
"That was..." She pauses, seeming to search for words. "Different."
I smile against her mouth. "In a good way?"
She slides her hands down my chest to the waistband of my jeans. "In a very good way." She works the button free, dragging the zipper down with tantalizing slowness. "Though I might need to return the favor—I’m starving."
I capture her wrist, bringing her hand to my lips. "Later," I promise, kissing each fingertip. "Right now, I just want to be inside you."
Her sharp intake of breath is the only answer I need. I shed my remaining clothes, guided by touch and memory in the darkness. Violet's hands find my throbbing cock, stroking it firmly, drawing a groan from deep in my chest.
