There’s no damn way I’ll last much longer.
“Bring your pussy here so I can lick it. I want us to come together.”
She sucks the head a few more times before releasing me. “What?”
“I want you to bring that sweet little pussy up here so I can lick you while your mouth is wrapped around my cock. I want to give you pleasure, Kitten. It’ll be better for me if you come too.”
She blinks a few times. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. My pleasure doesn’t mean shit if you’re not right there with me.”
“But you made me come last night and didn’t get anything out of it. I wanted to return the favor.”
I huff out a laugh. “What you need to realize is that I’m not built that way. My pleasure is tied directly to yours. I get off watching you, hearing you when you lose control. The harder you come and the better I make you feel, the more satisfying it is for me.”
“I…” She trails off, as if she can’t wrap her brain around what I’m saying.
When she remains still, I push myself up and slide my arms around her, drawing her up my body until she’s braced over me, her breath drifting across my mouth.
I capture her lips with my own. It doesn’t take long for the kiss to turn raw and unrestrained. Every ounce of control I had earlier disappears in an instant. She melts into me, as if she wants this just as much as I do. Her response is so damn intoxicating, and it’s enough to make my head spin.
There’s something wildly intimate about the way we breathe the same air, her mouth moving against mine, and the way she tastes unmistakably like me. It sends sharp shafts of desire straight through me, leaving my body tight with need and my thoughts stripped down to one undeniable truth.
I don’t want just a piece of this woman.
I want all of her.
I press my lips to hers one last time. “As much as I love your mouth, there’s another part of you I want to kiss.”
The blush that rises to her cheeks is too fucking adorable.
With careful hands, I turn her body until she’s straddling my chest before sliding down the mattress until her ass is positioned perfectly in front of my face.
“Now that’s one of the prettiest views I’ve ever seen.”
She groans and mutters, “I can’t believe you’re staring at me like that.”
I massage her cheeks, pulling them gently apart so I can see every damn inch of her. In the morning light that streams through the curtains, her body looks like it’s been dusted in gold. I haven’t even touched her yet and she’s already dripping.
“You have no idea what you do to me. The sight of your soaked pussy, ready and waiting for me to touch you, is enough to make me come all over myself.” I rise off the mattress, closing the distance between us just enough to swipe the flat of my tongue over her slit. The moan that falls from her is sweet music to my ears as I continue licking her, nibbling her delicate flesh, dipping my tongue inside her body until her muscles loosen and she’s spreading her thighs even wider, giving me plenty of room to maneuver.
“Does that feel good?”
“God, yes.”
“Do you feel how hard you make me?”
She strokes her fingers along my length before fisting my cock and pumping it. I strain against her, the rush of sensation hitting me hard. My reaction is immediate and overwhelming, a reminder of something I’ve always understood about myself, even when I didn’t have the words to express it when I was younger.
It wasn’t an exaggeration when I admitted that my pleasure is directly tied to hers. If she’s not there with me—feeling it, wanting it, meeting me in the middle—then everything falls flat. The connection disappears, and with it, the whole damn point.
That’s one of the reasons things unraveled with Sarah.
When she stopped enjoying sex, something fundamental broke between us. Not all at once but piece by piece. Desire turned into obligation. Touch became something carefully avoided instead of something sacred to be shared. And without that mutual spark, without the sense that we were giving to each other instead of just going through the motions, intimacy lost its meaning.
With Kia, it already feels different.
Her reactions matter more than my own. The way she responds, leaning in instead of pulling away, it all feeds something deeper within me than physical need. It reminds me what true intimacy is supposed to be like.
