My whole body tightens, my control slipping as I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting the urge to finish right here.
Her scent, her taste—it’s enough to push me over.
But not like this.
This isn’t about me.
It’s about her.
I push a finger into her, and she tightens around it immediately.
Fuck.
I lose some of my control then, my movements turning rougher, more desperate. But she meets it, her body opening, pulling me in as she cries out.
I give in to it, picking up the pace, devouring her the way I’ve imagined too many times.
“Oh my God, Tal…” Her thighs clamp around my head, and I grab them, holding her in place as I push closer. “Tal, I’m going to come.”
It sounds like a warning.
It feels like a promise.
I bury my face against her, breathing her in, losing myself in it.
If I could stay here forever, I would.
If this was the last thing I ever felt, I’d die happy.
“Tal!” She moves against me, harder now, her control slipping as the sounds she makes fall apart into breath and need. She’s right there—but she needs one more push.
I reach up, grabbing her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers.
At the same time, I change the rhythm—faster, sharper—pushing her over the edge.
She cries out, her body tightening hard as she comes, hips jerking against me.
I don’t stop.
Something in me won’t let me.
Her release only feeds it, driving me harder, deeper into it.
She trembles, her body still moving, still wanting, and I follow it, pushing her higher again.
She comes a second time, weaker but just as intense, her body shuddering through it.
Only when she taps at me, weak and breathless, do I pull back.
She lies there, collapsed, gasping, flushed and shaking. Hair stuck to her skin, chest rising and falling fast.
A complete mess.
The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
My cock throbs painfully in my jeans, reminding me I haven’t finished. My whole body feels wound too tight, like I might snap.
All I can think about is taking her.