Twenty-One
Susanna
The first touch of his tongue makes me gasp.
It's been so long. So long since he touched me like this, since I let myself be vulnerable with him. But God, I've missed this. Missed him.
He licks me slowly, thoroughly, like he has all the time in the world. His tongue circles my clit, then dips lower to taste me more deeply. I'm already so wet, so ready for him, and he groans against me like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted.
"Teller," I breathe, my hands fisting in his hair.
He looks up at me, his eyes dark with lust. "You taste so fucking good. I could do this all night."
Then he seals his lips around my clit and sucks.
Pleasure spikes through me, sharp and intense. My back arches off the bed, and he holds my hips down, keeping me in place while he works me with his mouth. His tongue flicks and swirls, building the pressure inside me higher and higher.
"Oh God," I moan. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
He doesn't. He doubles down, his tongue moving faster, his fingers digging into my thighs. I can feel the orgasm building, that tight coil of heat low in my belly.
"Come for me," he murmurs against my pussy. "Let me feel you come, baby. I need it."
His words push me over the edge. The orgasm crashes through me, wave after wave of pleasure that makes me cry out his name. He doesn't stop, licking me through it, drawing it out until I'm shaking and oversensitive.
When I finally come down, he presses soft kisses to my inner thighs, my hip bones, and my stomach. Working his way up my body.
"That was..." I can't finish the sentence. My brain is fuzzy with pleasure.
"Just the beginning," he promises.
He reaches behind me to unhook my bra, sliding the straps down my arms. My breasts are bare to him now, and he stares at them like he's seeing them for the first time.
"I love your tits," he says roughly. "Love how they fit in my hands. Love how your nipples get hard when I touch them."
He cups my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. They tighten immediately, and I arch into his touch.
"Sensitive," he murmurs. "I remember."
He lowers his head and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. I gasp, my hands clutching his shoulders. He lavishes attention on one breast, then the other, until I'm squirming beneath him.
"Teller, please. I need you inside me."
"Not yet. I'm not done worshipping you."