But honestly, I don’t think I can even fit half of him in my mouth before I’m stretched and straining.
If it matters, he doesn’t show it.
His head rolls back and his lips part, baring his teeth.
“So fucking good, that little mouth.”
My tongue finds the soft spot under his crown and I press my target.
I caress.
I sing to him sweetly, skin on skin.
I wonder how I can possibly swallow if he erupts.
“Too much?” Past the roughness of his voice, his words are gentle.
I shake my head and put my hand between my legs. His laugh is low and gruff, and he guides me back on his shaft.
Taking him deeper.
I use my tongue on tender skin until he sucks in another deep, erratic breath.
Harder, he says without words.Harder.
He fucks my mouth, and I rub my clit, marching to the brink.
Because, somehow, I know this is what he’ll want. When I look up at him for permission, he nods, his eyes glazed.
“Come for me, Clee.”
I let go for him.
I let go of my existence, my voice, andscreamaround his cock.
I let go of anything anchoring me to reality.
I come so hard I swear I leave my own body for a few blissful seconds before I’m slammed back into it.
And he won’t be far behind, I’m sure.
Brace.
Just as he’s grinding against my mouth with obvious, pained restraint, he pulls my hair and drags me back.
“Up,” he commands.
I stand there bewildered for a second before I’m pushed down on my back, and Holden moves between my legs, spreading them wide, staring at me with dusky eyes so black I can see entire galaxies.
He makes a rough, satisfied sound as he watches me, then brushes a single finger through my slit.
Pleasure screams through me like a comet.
I’ve been wound so tight I think I could come in his arms again, just like this.
“You like that, Nile?” His teeth graze my inner thigh.
“I… I’d like it more if you used your mouth.” I want to bite back the words as soon as they’re out. Some men aren’t into that even if I started it.
