Then he finally makes his move.
His fingers hook into the right side of my panties, sliding them down. Then the left. Slowly. Until I'm completely exposed to him. He just stares for a moment, taking in the view, and I feel myself flush under his gaze.
"Your pussy is beautiful," he says, his voice thick. "And you're already soaking wet. I fucking love it."
I'm about to say something, thank him, maybe, or tell him to stop talking and do something, when he just dives in.
No warning. No preamble.
He buries his face between my legs, and I cry out. His mouth is everywhere. Sucking, licking, his tongue twirling around my clit with precision that shouldn't be possible. He's devouring me like he's been starving for this, and I feel every fucking thing.
All I can see is his dark hair between my thighs, and I finally give in. I grab his hair, arching my back when his hands grip my inner thighs, holding me in place.
I'm writhing now. My legs spasming, my arms shaking, sounds coming out of me that I can't control. He doesn't stop. He's a man on a mission, and nothing is going to stop him from completing it.
He licks back and forth, pauses for just a second to adjust his angle, then goes back in with even more intensity.
It's too much. I'm only human. I can't take it anymore.
My eyes roll back. Saliva drips from the corners of my mouth that I can't control. My whole body goes taut, every muscle locked, and then—
I shatter.
The orgasm hits me like a freight train, ripping through me in waves that don't seem to end. I've had orgasms before. Alone, with others, but never like this. Never this intense. Never this all-consuming.
And it was just his mouth. The main course is yet to come.
He finally stops, raising his head, and fuck, his beard and lips are coated with my juices. His hair is a mess from where I grabbed it. But he has never looked this fucking gorgeous.
I pull him to me and kiss him. I can taste myself on his tongue, but I don't care. It feels right. It feels perfect.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he says against my mouth. "But I have more to give you."
"I know," I say, my voice breathless. "I want it all."
My eyes drop to his bulge. It's straining against his jeans, thick and hard and throbbing. Fuck. He must be big.
He follows my gaze. "Jade—"
"I want it," I say, meeting his eyes. "All of it. Don't hold back."
"You're sure?"
I palm his bulge through his jeans, grabbing it, feeling the thick length of him straining against the denim. I stare straight into his eyes while I do it.
"I'm more than sure," I say.
His belt hits the floor with a clank. His jeans follow, shoved down and kicked off until he's standing there in nothing but his briefs, his cock hard and pressed against the fabric, the outline of it making my mouth water.
"Can I take off your briefs?" I ask.
"You don't need to ask," he says, his voice rough.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of his briefs and start pulling them down. At the same time, he reaches up and pulls his shirt over his head.
He's out of this world.
Those abs I caught a glimpse of earlier are even more incredible up close: defined ridges and hard muscle that flex with every movement. But that's not what has my attention.