“Lift your ass for me, sweetheart,” I rasp.
She obeys without so much as a snappy comment.
I drag the fabric of both her leggings and her underwear down over her hips before she settles again. They slip off her feet and land somewhere I do not care to observe, leaving her entirely bare beneath me.
Mine, my brain screams, and for once, I let it linger. At least for tonight, she can be mine.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I mutter, and her cheeks flush darker as her arms squirm beneath my hand. “You don’t get to touch me yet.”
“Gray—”
“No.” I slowly release her wrists, and to my utter surprise, she doesn’t immediately try to grab me. She just slowly lowers them to a more comfortable position on either side of her head, and I take the win.
I pull my sweater over my head and break her knees apart with one of my own, keeping my eyes locked on her as I undo my shirt button by button.
“I have had two fucking weeks to think about this,” I say, my knuckles grazing my stomach as I work the last button open. “I’m doing this how I want to. And I want to taste you.”
My shirt falls to the bed, and I shift myself down her body, settling low between her thighs before grabbing them and pushing them up onto my shoulders. She shudders, her mouth parting just a little more, her gaze locked on mine as I lower my head and drag my tongue through her in one long, slow stroke.
The sound she makes forces my blood harder south than it already was.
She tastes like temptation that I am completely incapable of resisting. I do it again, and then again, finding her clit and starting to work it in tight little circles as her back arches, her head pressing into the sheets. Her hands move to my hair, timid at first from my instruction, then knotting when I don’t tell her off for it.
“Ohgod—” she whines, her hips shifting just slightly. “Yes, fuck, Gray?—”
I hum in smug satisfaction, and she whimpers, her fingers pulling harder at my hair. “Louder,” I murmur against her slick flesh, then suck her clit fully into my mouth, dragging my tongue over it.
“Aah—” she cries, full-throated, desperate. The sound of it fills the room, and something inside of me breaks a little bit more. I’ve heard her trying to be quiet, Penelope just down the hall asleep — but my daughter is nowhere within a fifty-mile radius, and Carly has no reason to hide now. I want more of that sound, more of the filthy and uninhibited whines from her lips.
“That’s it,” I praise, pulling my mouth just back enough to speak, my lips and breath ghosting over her. “Let me hear you properly. No one’s listening this time but me, sweetheart.”
She pushes against my head, trying to reconnect me. “Gray, please, please.”
I chuckle and drop my head again, giving her lip a little nip before focusing on that little bud again. My hand shifts, and I slip two fingers into her with ease, curling them at the end and pressing upward.
Shesobs.
“Just like that,” I murmur against her, fucking her slowly with my fingers while my tongue works her, and her words start turning into incoherent, desperate noise that barely makes sense. “God, you taste so fucking good.”
She whines and moves her hips more, grinding down onto my tongue and fingers, my name barely more than a whimper onher lips. Her breath gets quicker, more gasping, and her walls grip the shit out of my fingers, her thighs starting to shake and squeeze around my head.
I don’t let up for a second.
She comes apart in my hands a second later with a cry that sounds like it’s ripped from her chest, her whole body seizing before relaxing and twitching around me, her pussy milking my fingers like it’s trying to take more of me.
I don’t stop until she physically pulls like hell at my hair.
I suck in air through my teeth and let her drag me up her aftershock-ridden body, her legs so naturally wrapping around my hips, begging not just with words, but her body, too. “Need you,” she breathes, her hands moving to my neck. “Now. Inside of me.”
“You were so good with manners before.”
“Please.”
“Good girl,” I murmur, pressing my lips to hers as I work my slacks and boxers off, kicking them somewhere behind me. I settle fully between her thighs, sliding the tip of my mind-bogglingly hard cock through her slit, up and down, up and down.
She whines into my mouth, the heels of her feet pressing into my lower back insistently, her hips shifting to try to snag me at her entrance.
I let her succeed.
