My head dropped back against the pillow. He licked into me again, savoring me like I was his favorite ice cream flavor. His hands slid beneath my thighs, lifting them just enough to spread me wider, and he groaned when I trembled under his tongue.
“You’re so wet it’s dripping into the sheets, baby. You know what that’s doing to me.”
“Please,” I begged, not caring how wrecked I sounded. “f**k me.”
He kissed his way back up my body, every press of his lips making me ache more. He hovered above me, gaze pinned to mine as he positioned himself.
“I’m going slow,” he said, voice tight with control. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
His c**k pushed against my entrance, and the stretch was everything I’d been missing. I gasped, hips rising to meet him, needing him to sink in deeper. He d
