She arches, letting my hands slide around her back and unclip the clasp. The bra slips free, trapped between our bodies until I peel it away, tossing it somewhere in the room.
Then my mouth is on her with slow, open-mouthed kisses all the way down the slope of her breast until I reach the tight peak. I circle her nipple with the flat of my tongue once, twice, before drawing it deep, sucking with steady, pulsing pressure. She arches, her fingers threading into my hair.
“Jamie,” she breathes.
“Gotta keep it down,” I say as I switch to the other nipple, grazing it lightly with my teeth just to feel her hips jerk against me, then soothe it with slow, wet strokes while my hand cups the breast I just left, my thumb brushing lazy circles over the sensitive tip.
Her whispers turn ragged. My name becomes a soft, desperate chant against my ear.
There's something infinitely hot about trying to keep it down while you're having sex.
After lavishing both of her tits with attention, I drag my lips back to the center of her chest, and press a slow, opened-mouth kiss right over her racing heartbeat.
“I love you,” I mumble against her skin.
It’s the truth, and I want her to hear it for the rest of her life.
My mouth traces a wet, deliberate path downward until I reach her navel. With my hands on her hips, I take my time, circling it with the tip of my tongue, teasing the sensitive rim.
She sucks in a sharp breath; her stomach flexes, her hips buck, and the slick heat of her pussy drags against my stomach.
Fuck.
“You’re so wet already.”
I can’t resist anymore. I drop lower and drag my tongue in one slow, deliberate swipe across her clit.
Tiff’s head snaps back against the pillow with a sharp, involuntary moan that shoots straight to my cock. I grin against her wet heat, loving the way her thighs tremble around my ears.
Just as I start to swirl the tip of my tongue around her clit again, her fingers thread through my hair. She grips hard, yanking my head up until our eyes lock.
“Jamie,” she breathes, her voice low, and her eyes dark with need.
“Yes?” I rasp, purposely letting my breath skate across her center. Her hips jerk once, her legs clenching around my shoulders as though she’s fighting not to grind against my face.
She swallows, her cheeks burning, but she doesn’t look away.
“Can I…” Her voice cracks. “Can I take control tonight?”
My brain nearly malfunctions at the question.
“Control?”
She licks her lips. She’s flushed and trembling, but her eyes never waver. “I want to learn you… the same way you’ve learned me.”
The way you learned me.
I gulp, wondering if she really means by tracing every inch of me with her tongue, or if it's just a metaphor.
God, I really hope it's the former.
“You can do whatever the fuck you want, Tiff. I’m here for you. Always.”
With that, her fingers dig into my shoulders, and she pushes me to the side until I’m flat on the mattress, still in my boxers.
Tiff’s eyes flick down to me, but she doesn’t rush. Instead, she climbs over me, straddling my chest first. I feel the heat of her pussy radiate against my skin when she settles her weight, making my abs clench.
She leans forward, her dark hair falling around us like a curtain, and kisses me.