"Stay still." I pin her hip with one hand. "You're not allowed to come yet."
"I can't," she gasps.
"You can." I lick her again, wet and warm. "You will."
She tries. The effort of it, the way her stomach trembles and her thighs shake against my shoulders, is the mostbeautiful thing I've ever seen. I reward her by pushing two fingers inside her and curling them up, and she makes a sound I want to inhale.
I bring her to the edge three times. Each time I feel her start to crest, clenching around my fingers, the pitch of her voice climbing, her grip in my hair going desperate, I pull back. Slow down. Kiss her thigh, her hip, the skin below her navel. While she curses at me and begs and calls me every name she can think of.
"Callahan, please, I need to, please just let me..."
"Tell me what you are."
She's panting, head thrown back, tears at the corners of her eyes from frustration. She's so far past the composed girl at the dinner table that I barely recognize her. I barely recognize myself.
"Tell me, now."
"I'm yours." She says it like she's breaking. "I'm your good girl, your needy slut, your whore, I'll be whatever you want, just please, please..."
She writhes beneath me, her thighs parting instinctively, her whole body arching toward my mouth.
"Callahan..." Her voice is edged with a sleepy whine that makes my balls tighten. "Fuck, please. No more. I need to come."
I drag lower, nudging her thighs open with my shoulders. Her pussy is even more swollen now, the sight alone makes my cock throb painfully.
She might need to come, but my tongue needs to stay on her cunt.
"This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," I tell her, my voice thick even to my own ears.
I bury my face in her cunt because I am starved, my tongue flattening to lap broad strokes from her entrance up to her clit, and the sound she makes is worth every second of restraint I've shown tonight. I suck her clit between my lips and tug gently, then harder, feeling it pulse under the pressure.
I hold her firmer, press my tongue flat to her clit, and go still. One beat. Two. Until I feel it, the pulse of her. Hot and swollen against my tongue, slick with her and with my mouth, and I can feel every throb of it. This small, hard beat pushing back against me like her body is trying to fuck my tongue on its own. I close my eyes and just feel it. Let it pulse against me. Warm. Wet. Alive. This tiny, obscene proof that her body wants me so badly it's sending everything it has to the surface.
When I've had enough, when I've memorized the rhythm of it, I return to her drenched flesh.
"The most beautiful cunt," I murmur, the words vibrating through her. "The tightest cunt I've ever buried myself in."
I eat her like I can't get enough. Because I fucking can't.
"Taste so fucking good, dripping for me." I lick into her again, groaning at the taste of her on my tongue. "And it's all mine. My perfect, greedy little cunt to eat whenever I want."
I give her my mouth and my fingers and everything I have. She comes so completely that I feel it through my whole body. Her back arches off the bed, both hands leaving my hair to grip the sheets, and the sound that comes out of her is raw and high and gutted. It goes on longer than either of us expected, wave after wave, her whole body shaking under me.
I stay with her through it, easing off slowly, gentling my mouth until she stops trembling.
When I kiss my way back up her body she pulls me in with shaking hands and kisses me hard, tasting herself on my lips.
"Now. Please, please, please..."
Yes. This is the state I wanted her in, her head thrashing, delirium overtaking her.
I push into her slowly, watching her face. Her eyes lock on mine and don't let go. She's still clenching from her orgasm, tight and hot, and I have to press my forehead to hers and breathe through the first few seconds.
The feeling of being inside her right now, after everything, with her still shaking under me and tears drying on her temples, is close to more than I can take.
I start to move and she moves with me. Her legs wrap around my hips, her hands find my back. I fuck her deep, keeping my eyes on hers because that's the whole point. The watching. The being seen. Her seeing me, all of me, the version I've hidden from every person in my life, and not looking away.
"Harder." Her voice is ragged, her nails dragging down my spine. "I can take it."
