I crawl over her, bracketing her body with my arms, and start worshipping.
I kiss her forehead first, then each closed eyelid. I kiss the tip of her nose, and then the corners of her mouth. Soft, reverent presses that make her smile. Then lower—along her jaw, down the slender column of her throat where her pulse flutters wild under my lips. I linger at the hollow above her collarbone, sucking gently until she arches with a soft gasp. My hands follow: big palms sliding up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts but not quite touching where she wants me yet.
“Ozzy…” Her voice is already breathy.
“Shh. Let me take care of you.” I kiss between her breasts, then detour to one nipple, circling it with my tongue before drawing it into my mouth. I suck slow and deep, rolling it against the roof of my mouth until she’s squirming, her fingers threading into my hair. I give the other the same treatment, teeth grazing just enough to make her moan, then soothe with my tongue.
I work my way down her stomach, kissing every rib, dipping my tongue into her navel until she giggles and gasps at the same time. Lower still. I hook her thighs over my shoulders and settle between her legs like I belong there. She’s glistening again, pink and swollen from earlier. The sight makes my cock throb painfully against the mattress, but I ignore it. This is for her.
I lick a long, slow stripe up her center, tasting us together. She cries out, hips jerking. I press her down gently with one forearm across her lower belly and do it again, slower, savoring. I circle her clit with the flat of my tongue, then flick the tip until her thighs start to tremble. Two fingers slide into her easily, curling upward to find that spot that makes her back bow off the bed.
“Oh God—right there?—”
I hum against her, the vibration pulling another broken moan from her throat. I suck her clit into my mouth, gentle pressure, tongue working in tight circles while my fingers pump slow and deep, scissoring, stretching. Her walls flutter around me, gripping, and I add a third finger, curling harder. She’s so wet the sounds are obscene.
I don’t stop until she comes the first time, thighs clamping around my head, a sharp cry ripping out of her as she pulses around my fingers. I keep licking her through it, softer now, drawing it out until she’s whimpering.
I climb back up her body, kissing every inch on the way. I drag my tongue over her inner thighs, her hip bones, and the soft underside of each breast. When I reach her mouth I kiss her deep, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into it, hands roaming my back, nails digging in.
“Please,” she whispers against my lips. “I need you inside me again.”
“Not yet.” I smile against her mouth. “I’m not done worshipping.”
I flip her onto her stomach, gentle but firm, and start over from the back. I kiss down her spine, one vertebrae at a time. I bite the curve of her ass, then soothe it with my tongue. I spreadher cheeks and lick her there too—slow, filthy circles around her tight little hole until she’s pushing back against my face, gasping my name like a prayer. My fingers find her clit from underneath, rubbing in lazy circles while I tongue her ass, driving her higher again.
She comes a second time like that, face buried in the pillow, body shaking so hard the bed creaks.
Only then do I turn her back over.
I’m aching, cock so hard it’s leaking steadily onto her thigh, but I take my time lining up. I rub the head at her entrance, coating myself in her fresh slick, teasing her clit until she’s begging.
“Look at me,” I murmur.
Her eyes flutter open, dark and glassy.
I push in—inch by inch, slow and relentless—until I’m seated to the hilt. The stretch makes her gasp, walls rippling around me like she’s trying to pull me deeper. I stay there, buried deep, hips flush to hers, and just feel her. The heat. The perfect fit. The way her body trembles under mine.
Then I start to move.
Not the frantic rutting from outside. This is deep, rolling thrusts. I pull almost all the way out, then slide back in so slow she feels every vein, every ridge.Every fucking thing.I grind against her clit on every downstroke, watching her face the whole time. Her lips part on a silent cry, eyes locked on mine like she’s drowning and I’m the only air.
I lean down, forearms bracketing her head, and kiss her through every thrust. They’re deep, lazy kisses that match the pace of myhips. “You feel so fucking good,” I whisper against her mouth. “So tight. So wet for me. Taking me so perfectly.”
Her hands slide up my back, nails scoring my skin. “Harder—please?—”
I give it to her, but still controlled. Deeper. Faster now, but never losing that grinding rhythm against her clit. Sweat slicks between us. The room fills with the wet slap of skin, her soft moans, my low groans. I hook one of her legs over my arm, opening her wider, and drive in harder, hitting that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back.
“Come for me again, baby. One more time. Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
She shatters on the next thrust, crying out, walls clamping down so hard I see stars. I fuck her through it, drawing it out, then let myself go. Pleasure coils tight at the base of my spine, and explodes outward. I bury myself deep and come with a guttural groan, pulsing hot and endless inside her, filling her until it leaks out around us.
I collapse half on top of her, careful not to crush her, and bury my face in her neck. Her arms wrap around me, holding me close. Our hearts hammer against each other.
For a long time we just breathe.
I lift my head eventually, brushing damp hair from her face. “You okay?”
She smiles. It’s soft, sated, and radiant. “Better than okay.”