EMBER’S POV
He just keeps devouring me, messy and generous and so f*****g hungry, until the coil in my belly snaps hard and I come with a sharp cry, back arching against the marble, my p***y pulsing around his tongue while he licks me through every shaking wave.
My walls flutter around his tongue as I grind against his mouth, sobbing his name while he holds me steady and licks me through every aftershock.
He rises before my knees can give out, catching me against his chest like I’m something he’ll never risk losing again.
In one smooth motion he lifts me, my wet legs wrapping tight around his waist, and then he’s pushing into me — slow, so he can watch.
The thick head of his c**k stretches my p***y open inch by torturous inch while he holds my gaze, eyes dark and burning with somethin
