Rain.
Trembling from the crashing high, my thighs clamping around Rhysand’s head, but he doesn’t stop licking me through it until I take my mouth off his c**k to scream.
And the asshole chuckles, withdrawing his tongue.
Before I can recover enough to put my mouth back on, Rhysand pulls me off him firmly.
“No,” he pants, his voice strained. “I need to be inside you right f*****g now.”
He sits up quickly, sitting me on his lap, our bodies slick with sweat. He guides me with one hand on my hip to his ready c**k and lowers me slowly onto him, inch by torturous inch.
“f**k…” I moan as he stretches my walls, so full, deep and perfect that I cry out in ecstasy.
My head tips forward to rest my forehead against his as I catch my breath.
This thing between us has never felt this way before,
