She holds my wrists and loosens my hands from her hair, pulling back with wrecked eyes and bruised lips. A string of her spit, or maybe my precum, still connects her to my cock. I have to lean down and lick it into her mouth because that's where it belongs. That's where I belong.
I fuck her mouth with my tongue, her whimpers mixing with mine, and I don't know who sounds more pathetic now. My lips trail down her ear, into her hair, and I am breaking apart just at the thought of ever letting her go.
"Callahan." She moans my name like a prayer. "Come back to me. Please."
She looks ruined, and she has never looked more beautiful. She holds my gaze, and then she nods.
"Do it."
I grab her face, one hand on each side of her head, and thrust forward. Slow. Controlled. She takes it, all of it, her throat working around me. I hold there for one second, two,then pull back and watch her gasp. Then I do it again. And again.
As far as blowjobs go, this is just deep, not enough friction to make me come. But I am too close already, because she is her and gets under every defense I have.
"Want my cum?" I'm panting, my hands still cupping her face. "Me to lose control?"
"Yes." Her voice is raw and eager and stripped bare.
"Then suck it out of me. Nice and slow. Like you mean it."
She leans back in and takes me deep, and there's nothing playful about it anymore. Every pull of her mouth, every drag of her tongue, every filthy sound she makes around me is deliberate and focused. I can feel myself unraveling.
I could stay like this forever. I could live in this moment, slipping in and out of her mouth and never need another thing.
But I'm losing it. The control, the pace, the ability to form sentences. All of it going. All of it hers. I want to fall apart in her hands and let her have every piece of me.
I am done. Done being in charge. Done running this. Done pretending I'm the one with power here when this woman on her knees has all of it and we both know it.
"Stop," I command, but I barely manage the word.
She pulls back, lips swollen and wet, a question in her expression. There's a fire in my gut twisting sharper, hotter. The need to bury myself deep inside her crashes over me like a wave I can't fight, all reason dissolving into this need that demands I claim her, fill her, make her mine in every way that matters.
"Please." My hands are shaking. "I need to be inside you.Please." My voice cracks on the second one and I hear it and I don't care. "Please. Please, baby. Lily."
She rises off her knees and pushes me back onto the bed and climbs over me. I pull her down, my mouth finding hers, tasting myself on her tongue and groaning into it. She reaches between us and guides me in. The sound we both make is the same sound, at the same time, and it fills the room.
She sinks down slowly. And then all the way. Her hands flatten on me, her head tips back, her hair falls in a dark curtain behind her. I let her set the pace because I am too far gone to be trusted with it.
She moves, rolling and grinding, finding the angle that makes her moan. I watch her from below, unable to do anything but grip her hips and watch her take her pleasure from me. Feel every second of it like a current running through my whole body.
"Callahan." My name is broken in the middle, the way it always does when she's close.
I sit up, pull her flush against me, one arm locks around her waist and I turn us, needing to fuck her the way we both need it.
I drive into her as deep as I can, and her arms come around my neck, holding on, her face pressed to my temple.
"Right there," she gasps. "Right there, right there, please."
I give her right there. Every time she says it I drive into the same spot, feeling the tremor building in her thighs and her stomach and her arms. I press my lips to her throat and feel her pulse hammering under my lips as she shatters around me.
I grab her face and pull her toward me as I empty myself into her.
“Fuck," I rasp. "What are you doing to me?"
I am delirious, my hips still moving inside her as I spill into her, wave after wave.
"The same thing you're doing to me," she pants as ripple after ripple of her orgasm shakes her body.
Her words hit me like a freight train, shattering what little grip I have left. I crush my mouth to hers, devouring her gasps, my tongue pushing deep as if I could pour every broken piece of my soul into her.
