The head of my cock nudges the soft back of her throat.
I groan loud enough that it echoes in the quiet room, my abs clenching so hard they hurt. My balls draw up tight, the pressure building. Every swallow she gives sends a ripple of pleasure through me.
“Fuck, baby—just like that,” I rasp, my voice shredded. My fingers flex in her hair. “You’re taking me so fucking deep.”
She pulls back just enough to let me feel the cool air hit my slick shaft, then dives down again until her nose brushes my pelvis and her throat flutters around me. She holds there for one long, torturous second, swallowing rhythmically, milking me with the tight heat of her throat.
I close my eyes and lean my head against the headboard. Looking at her is too much.
When I pull her hair the tiniest bit, her sucking gets a little harder.
Fuck. It feels good.
When I open my eyes again, I know I'm done for.
“Babe, I'm going to come soon if you aren’t careful,” I warn because this sight of her in front of me is too much to handle.
She pops my cock out of her mouth and gives me a coy smile. “Does that mean you like this?” she asks softly, and I can hear the tiny edge of uncertainty still hiding underneath.
Fuck me. She's still not sure?
“Yes,” I drawl, the word rough and drawn out. My fingers tighten gently in her hair as I guide her up my body until her mouth is level with mine. I crash into the kiss like I’ve been starving for it.
It’s messy, desperate, all tongue and heat and shared breath. I taste myself on her lips—salty, musky—and it only makes me kiss her harder, deeper, swallowing the little moan she lets slip when our tongues slide together.
When I finally break away, I keep her close, my forehead pressed to hers, panting against her mouth.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I rasp, voice wrecked. “I’ve been holding off coming since the second you soaked my boxers with your pussy. I’ve been right on the edge, Tiff. You have no idea what you do to me.”
Her breath hitches. Her pupils blow wide, and I feel her thighs clench around my hips where she’s still straddling me.
Her eyes widen. Guessing no one's ever talked dirty to her before.
Moving my hands to her hips, I guide her down until she’s seated right where I want her. On my shaft.
Her breathing is ragged already, chest rising and falling fast as I test the waters—rocking her hips forward and back in slow, deliberate slides. The head of my cock catches against her clit with every pass, then drags through her folds, spreading her open without pushing in.
She bites her bottom lip hard, trying to stifle the little whimpers that keep escaping anyway. Her hands drop to my chest for balance, her nails digging in just enough to sting as she starts working her hips harder—grinding down with more purpose, chasing that friction like she can't get enough.
“You look so fucking hot like this,” I rasp, my voice thick. “Coating my dick with your arousal. Look how wet you are, Tiff—sliding all over me, leaving me glistening. You're making such a mess of us both.”
Her eyes flutter half-closed at the words, a fresh rush of heat slicking between us. I can feel her pussy clenching on nothing, desperate to be filled. I want to be inside her so badly it’s unreal.I want to feel that tight little heat grip me, pulse around me every time I whisper something filthy in her ear.
She leans forward suddenly, her breasts brushing my chest, and reaches for the bedside drawer. The crinkle of foil is loud in the quiet room. She tears the packet open with shaking fingers, pulls out the condom, and rolls it down my length. Her touch lingers as she smooths it over every ridge and vein. Her eyes stay locked on mine the whole time, dark with intent.
Then she shifts forward again so she can lift her hips high before she wraps her hand around my cock, and lines me up with her entrance.
I feel myself nudging inside her, and it takes all my self-control not to thrust up and feel her.
When I'm about an inch in, I hold on to her hips and slowly guide her down the length of me, watching her expression as we go.
She feels so fucking good, and the pace is making it difficult to hold back, but I try my best.
We both let out a breath when I'm fully inside her.
“Is this okay?” I ask, my voice barely holding it together.
It feels so fucking good…and tight…and right. Being inside Tiff will always be my favorite place to be.