His palms skim lower. He strips the rest of my clothes off, then his own, until nothing separates us but skin. I am dripping, slick and aching, every beat of my pulse pushing more heat between my thighs. His fingers slide through it, testing, and a low sound rips from him when he finds how ready I am.
He slides down my body, lips leaving a trail of heat before he’s wedged between my thighs, nose grazing the curls over my mound.
“Mmmm…” he murmurs as he inhales deeply. The first slow drag of his tongue through my folds makes my back arch clean off the cot. He eats at me like he means to wear my taste on his skin, broad shoulders forcing my legs wider, thick arms locked under my thighs to hold me exactly where he wants. His thumbs press in on either side of my entrance, spreading me wide, holding my pussy open while his tongue works deeper with devastating skill, circling my clit in tight, relentless flicks before dipping to lap at the juices that keep pouring out of me. The stretch from his thumbs burns almost too much, and I flinch on instinct, hips twitching away even as my body betrays me and rocks forward for more.
God, he’s good at this.
The thought slams into me as he keeps me spread, fingers and thumbs working me open with deliberate patience, scissoring gently while his tongue flattens and licks broad strokes that push the heat higher. My thighs shake against his hold. It’s intense, almost overwhelming, but he doesn’t let up—every curl, every suck drags another desperate sound from me.
“Too much?” he rumbles against my pussy, voice low and rough, but that careful check is there, the same way he always does.
“No,” I gasp, “don’t stop—please.” My hands fist in his hair, pulling him closer even as the sensations spike.
He hums approval and keeps going, thumbs pinning me wide, tongue and fingers stretching me further until I’m panting, right on the edge. My walls flutter around him, dripping down his wrist. The arousal refuses to drop—every deliberate touch pushes me higher.
He slides a thick finger in, and then another, making me buck as he curls them inside me. A third pushes in, spreading me as he pumps them in.
“Fuck! Oh, fuck!” My hips buck as a climax unfurls within me. He presses a fourth finger in just as the pleasure peaks, cramming me full. I wince, but the waves are still rolling as he pumps them inside me, drawing it out. Finally, I sag, the tension easing as the pleasure starts to ebb. My stomach is heaving as I try to catch my breath. I slide a hand down to cover his, where most of it is buried inside me.
Shit. Too much…
“Decker…” I’m still panting, my hand on his wrist. I push slightly.
He lifts his head just enough, mouth shiny with my slick, fingers still spreading me wide. “Grace… I need to get you ready for me, okay?”
Ready for him?
I frown. “What? I don’t…”
“You’re small, sweetheart.” His fingers spread wider. I flinch again. “Gotta open this pretty pussy up, or you won’t fit me.”
Won’t fit me? What the fuck?
He rises, kneeling between my spread thighs, and I catch sight of his cock, and—Fuck! My breath catches hard. Thick, heavy, veined, the head flushed dark and already leaking. It looks obscene, way too big for me, and a choked sound catches in my throat. I almost back away on pure instinct, that flash ofthat won’t fitwarring with the raw, desperate ache between my legs.
“I’ll make it good,” he murmurs against my lips as he hovers over me. “But if you don’t want…”
I shake my head. I’m soaked. Burning. The stretch from his fingers and tongue still echoes inside me, and all I can think isI want it anyway.
“I want to.” My hips tilt toward him without permission. When I reach down, my fingers barely wrap around his shaft.
Oh, my God!
He watches me, steady gaze never wavering. “You can take it. I’ll make sure.” His hand covers mine, guiding the blunt head to drag through my soaked folds, coating himself. “Still good?”
“So good,” I breathe, voice shaking. “Don’t stop. I need—fuck, I need you inside me.”
He presses forward, the head nudging at my entrance, and even after everything he did with his mouth and hands, the stretch is immediate and intense. My pussy yields with a sharp, burning pop as the crown pushes in. I yelp, back bowing.
He stills instantly, one hand braced beside my head, the other between us, guiding himself in. “Breathe, sweetheart. Okay?”
I nod, panting, nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t pull out. Just…give me a second.” My chest is heaving, my skin tingling with a wave of gooseflesh. He gives it. Huge body still over mine. His breath warm on my face. He just waits.
My body adjusts, walls expanding. “Okay.” I nod, swallowing hard. I spread my thighs and tilt my hips, the angle giving him more access.
Fuck. Oh, fuck!
He moves slowly, too slowly. Inch after inch sinks in, the burn sweet and fierce, every nerve lighting up around the sheer girth.
