I'm salivating now. There's no other word for it. I lower my mouth to her and dive in without hesitation, burying my face in her cunt like a man starved because I always will be when it comes to her.
My tongue flattens to lap broad strokes from her entrance up to her clit. I take my mouth away and she protests immediately. Good. She's almost exactly where I need her to be. Lost. To me.
I spit on her clit, using my saliva to drag my thumb up and down, from clit to entrance. My girl likes it soft and wet.
"Oh, my God," she pants. "What are you…oh, my God."
She is thrashing on the bed, and I know she is close. I eat and eat, unable to get enough. Her hips roll against my face and her hand grips the sheets and her breathing comes in ragged, broken sounds that fill the apartment. I take all of it — every sound, every shudder, every desperate little scream when I bring her closer and deny her.
Her pussy clenches desperately against my tongue, and I feel more of her juices leaking as she begs and cries.
"You can be such a good little slut, you know that?"
"Please, baby, just let me…"
"Now this is more like it, begging for it like a whore inheat," I growl, then lean in to suck her clit hard between my lips, flicking it with my tongue until she arches off the bed.
"But fuck, you're so goddamn perfect, tasting like heaven while you fall apart for me."
I push two fingers inside her slowly, watching her mouth fall open on a silent cry. She's so wet I can hear it, that slick, obscene sound that goes straight to my cock every single time without fail. I curl them, searching, and find the spot that makes her hips buck off the bed like I've pulled a wire.
"There," she gasps. "Right there, don't….God, don't stop…"
I don't stop. I work her open, my fingers crooked just right while my mouth stays on her clit, and I feel her tighten around me like she's trying to keep me there, like her body is making an argument her mouth hasn't finished yet.
She's gripping me so hard it's madness, and I would let her break my fingers if it meant she kept making that sound. How she can feel this good, every single time, is something I have stopped trying to understand.
"Callahan, baby, I'm coming, I'm coming..."
Curling my fingers up, I latch on, swirling my tongue against her clit in that light way she loves, but my fingers inside her are not gentle.
She comes with her back arched off the bed and my name on her lips, both hands fisting the sheets so hard I hear the fabric strain.
And then she breaks apart in a way she never has before. She gushes against my mouth. Wet and hot and flooding my tongue, soaking my chin, dripping down my neck. Her whole body convulses, her thighs shaking violently on either side of my face.
The sound she makes is something torn from her, rawand shocked and utterly ruined. I groan against her pussy, drinking her down, and the sight of her like this, the taste of her flooding my mouth, the way she's breaking so completely... I can't stop it.
I'm so hard it hurts and I'm grinding against the mattress without meaning to, my hips moving on their own, and then I'm coming, too. Spilling against her sheets like a teenager, untouched, just from the taste of her and the sound of her and the knowledge that I did this to her.
I work her through it with my tongue as I let my own orgasm wash over me, until she's pulling me away, oversensitive and gasping, her body still twitching with aftershocks.
I'm still shuddering myself, my cock throbbing against the ruined sheets, my whole body wrung out. I kiss the inside of her thigh, wipe my mouth against her skin and crawl up her body with great difficulty.
My limbs aren't working properly. My brain has gone offline. She finally did it. She actually killed me.
She's destroyed, and staring at the ceiling like she's forgotten what planet she's on. Good. Maybe I killed her a little, too.
"Did I just..." She can't finish the sentence, her eyes wide with mortification.
"Yup," I rasp, proud. "You did."
"I've never squirted before," she giggles and I want to eat her again.
"And did you..."
"Against your sheets, like a fucking teenager."
I study the wonder in her eyes, the way she's watching me like I've unlocked something she didn't know existed.
