I licked again, exploring every fold, every inch of her. Learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her hands tighten in the sheets.
When I found her clit with my tongue, she nearly came off the bed.
“Oh God—Bridger—”
I circled it with my tongue. Her thighs trembled around my head. Then, I gave her what she wanted. What she needed. I closed my lips around her clit and sucked.
“Fuck!” she cried out.
I sucked harder, my hands gripping her thighs to hold her still while I worked her with my mouth. Then I slid one finger inside her. She was so tight, so wet. I could feel her pussy clenching around my finger.
“God, you’re soaked,” I said against her. “So fucking wet for me.”
“Bridger.” My name was a gasp of wanting.
“So desperate for me, aren’t you baby?” I added another finger, pumping slowly while my mouth worked her clit. I could feel every flutter, every clench. She was getting close.
I curled my fingers inside her, finding that spot I knew would send her over the edge, and sucked her clit hard.
“Oh God—oh God, I’m going to—”
“Come for me,” I growled against her. “Come on my tongue.”
I add a finger and thrust deeper, faster, tongue licking her clit relentlessly.
She shattered.
Her whole body locked, back arching off the bed as her thighs clamped around my head. I felt her pussy pulse around my fingers, felt her clit throb against my tongue.
I didn’t stop. I kept licking, kept sucking, drawing out every wave of her orgasm until she was gasping, pushing weakly at my head.
“Too much—can’t—”
I gentled my touch, sucking up the juices of her relese.
When I finally pulled back and looked up at her, she was wrecked. There was no other word for it. Hair wild, chest heaving, eyes glazed.
Beautiful.
I kissed my way up her body, taking my time. Tasting her with my mouth, my tongue. My teeth. When I reached her mouth, I kissed her deep, letting her taste herself on my lips.
“You taste incredible,” I said. “Like the richest thing I’ve ever had.”
She pulled me down for another kiss, her hands running over my back, my shoulders.
Then her hands went to my jeans.
I stood up from the bed, keeping my eyes on her as I unbuttoned my jeans.
Her gaze dropped, watching as I unzipped and pushed my jeans and boxers down.
My cock sprang free, hard and thick and aching.
Her eyes went wide.
I was big—I knew that—and rock hard. My cock jutted proud and aroused out from my body.I wrapped my hand around myself, stroking slowly from base to tip while I looked at her.
“See what you do to me?” I said, my voice rough. “I’ve been hard for you since the moment I saw you.” I stroked again, thumb swiping over the head where precum was already leaking.