My breath stutters as tension coils tight in my stomach, anticipation building faster than I can control.
He lowers his face between my legs, inhaling. “Fuck, your scent… I can’t get enough,” he groans.
His tongue flattens against my clit and I cry out. He flicks it against me, the tip darting in quick, teasing circles that make my hips jerk involuntarily.
His hands grip my thighs, holding them open wide as he sucks my clit into his mouth, pulling gently at first, then harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud just enough to send shocks of pleasure-pain through me.
“Stay still,” he murmurs. “Let me do it.”
I try. I really do. But my body doesn’t listen.
He notices.
My head tips back, my body reacting on instinct, hips shifting, searching for more as sensation floods through me—warm, deliberate, overwhelming in the way he takes his time, like he’s in no rush at all.
I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue dips lower, tracing the slick folds of my entrance.
He laps at me greedily, the flat of his tongue stroking up and down my slit, gathering my wetness before plunging inside, fucking me with shallow thrusts that make my inner walls clench around him.
The bubbles from the hot tub splash against my ass, adding to the overwhelming sensations—the heat of the water contrasting with the cool night air on my exposed skin, my nipples aching from earlier as they tighten even more.
He groans into me, the vibrations buzzing against my clit, and I feel his fingers join in—two of them sliding easily into my soaked pussy, curling upward to hit that perfect spot inside, likehe knows exactly how my body works. His mouth returns to my clit, sucking rhythmically.
My body arches, needing even more. My hands grip the edge of the tub as pressure builds low in my belly, coiling tighter with every thrust of his fingers and flick of his tongue.
He doesn’t let up, his free hand reaching up to pinch my nipple again, twisting it sharply, and that’s what sends me over.
My orgasm crashes through me because of him, my pussy pulsing around his fingers, thighs trembling as I grind against his face, ripping moans from my throat.
My hips buck against him, and without thinking I wrap my thighs tightly around his head.
He lets me—for now.
“Mmm,” he moans, clearly pleased, lapping up every last drop of me as I come down. His tongue is gentle now, soothing the oversensitive flesh, like he’s calming something he just unraveled.
For a moment, there’s nothing else.
No city. No height. No space.
Just this.
Just him.
After, everything softens.
Lowering myself back into the bubbling tub, I sink back against him, exactly where he puts me—my body loose, pressed against his strong chest, my breathing still uneven as the last of the tension drains out of me.
His strong arms wrap around me, holding me there, solid and steady.
The water laps softly around us.
The city glows below.
And I feel completely, impossibly still. Like something in me just let go.
My eyes close. My breathing slows.
And I don’t remember the last time I felt this safe.