I kiss and lick and explore, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her moan, what makes her grip my hair tighter. My hands grab her ass, holding her steady, pulling her closer to my mouth. I slide my tongue lower, circling her entrance, and she whimpers, a high, desperate sound that goes straight to my cock.
"Oh god!" She moans, leaning back against the railing as Idevour her, my mouth working her relentlessly. "Yes, Alex, please yes!"
She rocks her hips against my face and I go deeper, slipping my tongue inside of her, fucking her with it, and she grips my hair painfully tight, pulling and pushing at the same time. I hold her stable with one hand on her hip, keeping her pressed against the railing, and move back up to her clit, sucking it gently into my mouth. With my other hand I slide one finger into her entrance, slow and steady.
She's so wet that I slide in easily, her inner walls clenching around my finger immediately, hot and tight. I add a second finger, stretching her, pumping slowly while I suck on her clit, and she cries out, the sound echoing across the quiet vineyard.
She grips me tighter, pressing herself harder into my face, grinding against my mouth, one hand in my hair pulling me closer and the other gripping the railing behind her so hard I can hear the wood creak.
She's using my mouth, chasing her pleasure, and it's the hottest thing I've ever experienced.
CHAPTER 17
Isabelle
I moan, loud and completely unrestrained, leaning back against the porch railing, completely naked under the moonlight, holding the post for balance with one hand, my head thrown back as Alex devours my pussy like a man starving.
I look down at him, and I'm lost in sensation, in the wet heat of his mouth, in the way his fingers work inside me, in the scratch of his stubble against my inner thighs.
"Oh god, yes!" I cry out, unable to stop myself, unable to hold anything back the way I usually do. Every sound, every gasp, every desperate whimper just pours out of me.
He looks up at me while he eats me out and the sight of him on his knees, his mouth sealed over my clit, his eyes dark and hungry and locked on mine—I gasp and grip the railing until the wood bites into my palm.
I'm desperate for it, like I physically can't get enough, like I need him fused to me. He groans against my pussy like it's turning him on as much as it is me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my core.
I've always hated the vulnerability of this. The complete messiness of it, the exposure of being totally at someone's mercy while they work you over, the utter lack of control over my own body's responses.
But with Alex there is no self-consciousness, no fear of judgment or ulterior motive or being found wanting. He's so completely present, so focused on me like nothing else in the world exists, sees me so clearly and wants me anyway, that all I can do is hold on and let him take me apart piece by piece, and bask in how absolutely incredible it feels to be seen like this, to be wanted like this.
I tip my head back and stare at the stars scattered across the black velvet sky like diamonds and can't help but think how small and constrained everything felt up until this moment. I look back down at him and he's looking up at me with those brown eyes. He pulls back slightly, slowly, and I almost whimper. Then he presses a kiss directly on my clit, soft and reverent and deliberate, holding my eye contact. Then another kiss, deeper, his mouth opening, his tongue coming out now, circling and flicking and sucking in a rhythm that's going to kill me.
I can't look away, like I'm bound by his gaze, pinned in place and held captive as his tongue works my clit in circles and figure-eights while his fingers pump inside me, two of them now, curling and stroking against that spot that makes my vision blur.
The waves build and build, the pleasure so overwhelming I think I might actually shatter from it, might break apart into a thousand pieces, and I grip him as though I might die if I don't have him anchoring me to earth, keeping me tethered to reality.
The orgasm crashes through my body, lighting up every cell and radiating outward from my core in concentric waves.
I cry out, loud and uncontrolled and probably waking up everyone in a half-mile radius. He sucks my clit with morevigor, his fingers still working inside me, pumping and curling and stroking. The pleasure threatens to overwhelm me completely, threatens to drown me, but I lean into it instead of fighting it, chasing it, riding it out.
When I finally come down, panting and shaking, my body like jello, boneless and spent and thoroughly wrecked, I can barely hold myself up.
"Oh my god," I manage, my voice completely shot, slumping forward slightly, and he pulls back slowly, his mouth and chin glistening with my wetness in the moonlight.
He's still on his knees and he grips me tighter so that I don't fall, his hand coming around my back carefully, steadying me, supporting my weight, and I can't help but smile at that, at how he's watching over me so tenderly even now.
"You're… uh… pretty good at that," I mumble.
My voice comes out embarrassingly breathy, but I'm feeling too good to really care.
"Well, I'm a fast learner," he says, smiling up at me, that devastating smile with the dimple, rising up from his knees and standing.
He leans in and kisses me deeply, slowly, and I can taste myself on his tongue, which should probably be weird but instead just feels intimate and right. Somehow my body lights up again already, impossibly, hungry and greedy for more of him despite having just come so hard I saw actual stars.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, pressing myself against him, and he scoops me up easily, one arm under my knees and the other supporting my back, carrying me like I weigh nothing at all. He walks us through the door to the cottage, navigating in the darkness, and moves backwards toward the bed, sitting down on the edge with me cradled in his lap.
I shift to straddle him properly, my thighs bracketing hiships, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him, and reach for his shirt. He helps me pull it over his head and tosses it aside somewhere in the darkness, and god, he's beautiful.
Lean muscle and tan skin, the definition of his abs, the breadth of his shoulders, and I can't stop myself from running my hands over his chest, his shoulders, his arms, memorizing the feel of him, the warmth of his skin, the way his muscles shift under my palms.