My arms shook once—the same tremor I got hauling bodies off ridges—but this time, it was pure want. I needed inside her like I needed my next breath.
I dropped between her legs, shoving her thighs wider with my shoulders. The first lick was slow, my flat tongue dragging from her entrance up to her clit. She sucked in a sharp breath, hips jerking.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I growled against her.
She moaned—low, needy. Her fingers twisted in my hair, pulling me closer. I licked her like a starving man—tongue circling her clit, then flicking fast, then sucking hard enough to make her gasp.
I slid two fingers in—tight, hot, dripping—then curled them forward, found that rough spot and rubbed while my mouth worked her swollen nub.
“Ridge—shit—right there?—”
Her walls clamped down, fluttering. She was shaking, thighs squeezing my head.
“Come on my tongue, Brooklyn,” I paused to say. “Let me feel it.”
Seconds later, she broke with a choked cry, her back arching off the bed, pussy pulsing hard around my fingers. Wetness coated my hand, my chin. I licked her through every shudder, slower now, until she was whimpering and tugging me up.
I stood and ripped my shirt off, shoving my jeans and boxers down. My cock sprang free—heavy, thick, leaking at the tip. Her eyes went wide, dark, hungry. She licked her lips.
“Come here,” she breathed, reaching for me.
I crawled over her, caging her with my arms. Her tits pressed soft against my chest, nipples hard little points. I gripped my shaft, rubbed the head through her slick folds, coating myself in her, then nudged her entrance.
“Shit,” I muttered, pausing. “No condoms. Haven’t needed ’em up here.”
She met my eyes, breathing heavily. “I’m on the pill. It’s fine—just get inside me.”
That was all I needed.
“I’ll go slow at first,” I said, voice rough. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“Just fuck me,” she whispered.
I pushed in.
Tight—Jesus, so fucking tight, like a velvet fist gripping me from the first inch. Her breath hitched, nails digging into my shoulders.
I froze at the head, letting her adjust, my thumb circling her clit to keep her relaxed. Heat radiated off her. Her wetness was already soaking me, making the slide easier but the squeeze intense.
“More,” she panted.
Another inch. Another. Every push drew a sharp little moan from her, her pussy yielding bit by bit, walls fluttering like they were trying to pull me deeper.
Halfway in, she made a tight, overwhelmed sound—half pain, half pleasure—that almost made me lose it. I looked down. Her face was flushed, lips parted and swollen from biting them, eyes half-lidded and glassy with need. Her tits heaved with each breath, nipples peaked and begging for my mouth.
“Talk to me,” I ordered, lips against hers.
“It’s big. Feels…full. So full.”
“You’re taking me so good.”
I kissed her hard, tongue deep, while I sank the rest of the way in. My balls pressed to her ass, buried to the hilt in hot, wet silk that pulsed around every vein of my cock. The pressure was insane—tight enough to make my vision blur, wet enough to glide smooth, hot like a furnace wrapping me tight.
She groaned long and low. “Oh fuck… Ridge…”
I held still for a second, letting her feel every thick inch stretching her, savoring the way her body clenched and released in little spasms. Her hips shifted under me, testing, and that tiny movement sent a bolt of pleasure up my spine.
Then I started moving—long, deliberate strokes, pulling almost all the way out, feeling the cool air hit my slick shaft before slamming back in, her heat swallowing me whole each time. The bed creaked. Her tits bounced with each thrust, full and soft, moving in a rhythm that had me mesmerized. Wet sounds filled the room—sloppy, obscene, her arousal coating my balls.