Page 83 of Puck Your Charity

"I want to taste you." Dropping my voice into a low, vibrating rumble, I shift my weight and settle right between her spread legs.

I lean down, diving my tongue into her dripping center to taste sweet apple pie. Lapping at her wet folds, I drink her slick with an unhurried, devoted pace, swirling my tongue over her swollen clit in a tight circle.

Arching her back off the mattress, a ragged moan tears from her throat. Her hands leave the sheets to grab my shoulders, tangling her fingers in my dark curls to hold my face against her dripping center.

I suck the sensitive bud into my mouth, using gentle pressure to tease the nerves until her thighs tremble against my cheeks. Worshipping her center, every stroke of my tongue communicates my absolute love for her, desperate for her to know she owns my heart.

Bucking her hips up, she chases the friction. "Please, Lawrence. I need more. Stop teasing me."

I pull back. "I'm not teasing." Kissing her inner thigh, I keep my gaze on her flushed face. "I'm worshipping."

Two fingers slide deep inside her wet core, her inner walls clenching around my digits with eager heat. Pumping my fingersin and out in a slow, steady rhythm, my mouth continues to devour her clit. I curl my fingers upward, finding that spot deep inside her that makes her entire body shudder.

"Lawrence!" Screaming my name, her nails dig into my skin.

Keeping the pace relentless, I drink her sweet juices as she rides the edge of a climax. Making her fall apart comes first. I add a third finger to stretch her wide.

"Let go for me." Pulling my mouth away just enough to speak against her dripping folds, I blow a breath of cool air over her wet flesh. "Come for me, Olive. Let me taste it."

The words push her over the edge, her thighs clamping down around my ears as white-hot pleasure wrecks her control. Sobbing my name, her inner walls spasm around my fingers. I savor every drop of her release, letting her ride the rolling waves of the orgasm until her body goes limp against the pillows.

Pulling my hand out, I shift away and lie flat on my back against the mattress to catch my breath.

Hazy, blown-out brown eyes look over at me. A beautiful, flushed glow covers her skin.

"My turn." Whispering the demand, a wicked spark returns to her gaze.

Pushing herself up, she crawls down the length of my body. She settles right between my spread legs.

Reaching out, she wraps her small hand around my thick, aching cock, sending a jolt of fire straight to my brain. She strokes my length with a firm grip, smearing my pre-come over the head.

A harsh groan escapes my chest as my hips stutter upward into her hand.

"You feel so hot." Tracing the thick veins running up my shaft, she finds the engorged knot at the base and runs her thumb over the swollen skin.

The sensation threatens to break my restraint. Letting her explore me gives her the power to dictate the pace for a few minutes. Pumping her fist up and down my shaft, she sets a rhythm that makes my vision go white around the edges.

Leaning forward, her dark hair falls around her flushed cheeks. She opens her mouth and takes the head of my cock past her lips.

The wet heat of her mouth drives me past the brink of reason. Swirling her tongue over the sensitive ridge, she sucks me deep while her hand continues to stroke the base. "Fuck, that feels so good, but I need you to stop."

Releasing me, she crawls back up my chest. I wrap my arms around her waist and roll us over, pinning her soft back against the pillows. Her hand reaches up to trace my jaw, the pad of her thumb brushing over my lower lip.

Capturing her thumb between my teeth, I suck on the soft skin while the eye contact between us burns with intense, undeniable love.

"You drive me insane." Murmuring against her wet skin, I let out a ragged breath.

She reaches down, guiding the head of my cock against her slick entrance.

"Look at me." Catching her gaze, I hold her brown eyes captive and push forward in one smooth, deliberate stroke. She takes every inch of my length, filling her tight heat until the intense friction forces a harsh groan from my chest.

Wrapping around me like a velvet glove, we share a slow, deliberate rhythm. Pulling out to the very tip, I sink back deep into her core. Her arms wrap around my neck and her nails scrape a light path down my back. The quiet room fills with the wet sound of our bodies colliding and the harsh rasp of our breathing.

With every downward thrust, my swollen knot bumps against her opening, teasing the tight ring of muscle. Refusing to rush the lock allows me to draw the pleasure out.

Sliding my hands under her hips, tilting her up to change the angle lets me hit that deep spot over and over again. Every thrust drives the breath from her lungs, making her chase my movements with her legs wrapping tight around my waist.

Moving together in perfect sync, the frantic need to prove myself is gone. Worshipping her and giving her everything she deserves remains my sole goal.