I look at her, watching as she presses her head into the pillow. Her fingers are curled into the blankets beneath her, and I love that I'm the reason she feels like this.
Smiling to myself, I make it a point to push her over the edge, but not until I'm good and ready.
My mouth continues to move across her skin, tasting and teasing.
Down.
Down.
Down.
I’m now face-to-face with the part I’m both thrilled for and terrified of. And I’m not stopping.
I can smell her arousal. I never understood that phrase when I read it in smut books. But it makes so much sense now.
My need to taste it is overwhelming. I think of the things Skye did to me when her mouth was between my legs. I wrap my hands under her legs and hold them as she did. Then, I lean my mouth close to her center, letting the heat from my breath tease her.
Skye’s breath stutters, just a bit, then it accelerates.
I watch the shift happen. One second, she’s steady and under control. Next, her chest rises sharply, air pulling in like she’s bracing for impact.
The power I feel in this position is indescribable. Knowing that she's waiting for me to give her pleasure. Trusting me to be in the most intimate part of her body.
And I'm going to ravage her.
Lowering my mouth, I let my tongue roll over her slit, tasting her for the very first time. And it sends me over the edge.
My mouth covers her completely, sucking every bit of her that I can. I want it all.
My hips begins to move against the bed, needing the friction as I bury my tongue inside her.
Skye groans, her back arching as I completely devour her pussy. I can’t believe I was afraid to do this. To dive into Skye with my hands or my mouth. This is coming so easily to me, and I won’t stop until I know she’s finished.
My tongue slides up to her clit, rolling it around and lightly sucking between licks.
She moans.
Fuck. Yes.
I keep going. Harder and faster, giving her exactly what I think I would want. Watching her completely lose control at my will.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Right there, Baby. Don’t stop.”
I smile as I continue, giving her what she asks for. Her breathing is going wild as she claws at the bed. I feel the muscles in her legs tighten and her breath catches in her throat as her fingers claw into my hair, pushing my face deeper into her.
I fucking love this.
She cries my name as she shatters, and I drink her in, savoring every drop as I feel my own panties soaking underneath me.
Her chest heaves, breath coming in ragged gasps. The air between us is raw, changed in every way possible.
I’m smiling up at her. She smiles back, dazed and beautiful as she drags her hand over her forehead.
“I get it now,” I whisper, my voice husky. “I get why you love control.”
A soft laugh escapes her. Then she checks her watch. Her fucking watch.
My stomach plummets.
