Yet she’s still careful, still gentle with her touches, cautious not to jostle me too much as she makes sinful noises against my mouth and grinds down on my hardening cock. It would be infuriating if it weren’t so fucking thoughtful.
She withdraws suddenly to continue the path of kisses down my torso, and it feels like she takes the air with her.
My hand clasps her wrist to get her to stop, and she looks up in confusion.
“You first.”
Her pupils dilate as she licks her lips. “I’m not sure?—”
“Sit on my fucking face, Mia.”
She doesn’t need to be told again, shuffling up my body instead of down and sliding her panties off in the process. Her skirt rides all the way up her waist.
“That’s a good girl,” I hum my approval against her thigh. “Doesn’t it feel good to do as you’re told?”
She whimpers slightly as my tongue darts across her skin.
“Hold onto the headboard with both hands,” I instruct her as she hovers tentatively over me. My breath tickles her core, and I can practically taste the wetness that has already accumulated there.
“Let me taste you.”
She sits with a noise of surrender, and I immediately gorge myself on her fruit.
It’s thick and needing and wanting and oh, so eager for attention. I lick along her entirely, stopping only to pay special attention to her sensitive clit, circling it lightly over and over so that my tongue almost feels as if it were vibrating.
The results are glorious, and I’m rewarded with movement. Mia’s hips grind against my face as I greedily offer my tongue for friction.
Nothing has ever tasted so good. Nothing ever will.
My hands dig into her ass cheeks hard enough to bruise as I let her chase her pleasure endlessly.
I know the second my tongue stops being enough. Her hands leave the headboard and yank at my hair.
I withdraw entirely. “Put your hands back on the headboard.”
“Leon,” never has my name sounded so beautiful than on her half-broken lips. “Please. I need you. I need more.”
“I know what you need,” I lick her hard, and her back arches back. “I’m going to give it to you. But your hands need to be back on the headboard.”
I make sure to praise her when she deliriously complies. “So receptive to me, aren’t you? So good at following orders.”
I reward her with another lick before returning to her clit. She moans in protest, too distracted to notice my middle finger at her entrance until I’ve plunged into her past the knuckle.
“Oh, fuck!” she cries as I begin to work her hard. My mouth never leaves her sensitive clit, sucking at it while I fuck her with my finger. Then with two.
Then, as my fingers curl inside her, I draw out a groan from her that practically rattles through the room. The thighs around my face begin to tremble, and my mouth replaces my fingers to fuck her one last time with my tongue.
She comes undone on top of me, and I relish every moment of it.
Finally, she dismounts, chest heaving. My hands trail after her, desperate not to be subjected to her absence.
“I need you,” she pants as she moves down the bed. “I need you in my mouth right now.”
I watch in near-stupefied wonder as the woman makes short work of my pants and frees me from my too-tight boxers. She eyes up my length greedily before her tongue darts out to lick carelessly, bottom to top, her lips pressing lightly over my swollen end.
It’s the most sinful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck, Mia,” I groan at those eyes. Those fuckingeyeslook up at me through hooded lids.
