Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. She felt herself laugh, and she kissed him again, feeling his smiling lips against hers. Her bare body pressed into his. She could have simply stayed there in his arms, pressed against him, kissing him, the rest of the night, and been incandescently happy with it.
But he laid her down on the bed, his mouth tugging and kissing her throat, and she felt her eyes roll into the back of her head as the wind brushed over the wet on her skin that his mouth left behind. Her thighs bucked at the feeling of his fingers raking the inside of her leg, and when his finger traced her folds, her breaths hitched. His mouth was on her breast, and she threaded her hand in his hair, the other gripping the bedsheets as he barely tickled her clit. Her entire body shuddered into the mattress upon his fingertip pushing inside her, and she couldn’t help the moans escaping her throat.
His mouth removed from her flesh, and her eyes opened to see him standing over her at the end of the bed, his finger still slowly moving in and out of her, and his other hand stroking his own elongated length. She sat up and pulled his hand off his cock, only to replace it with her lips.
A great exhale and, “Fuck, Aydra,” left his throat. She pulled back just enough to look up at him as her tongue swirled his tip. Just as her fingertips touched him, and she raked his length with her tongue, he gasped hold of her hands. Her eyes narrowed up at him, but she didn’t pull her mouth from him, continuing to keep his gaze locked with hers as she sucked on his tip. Watching his chest still with his breath, and then cave with a deliberate exhale made her suck him deeper into her throat. He let go her hand, his fingers reaching for her chin, and he pulled her off of him with a weighed swallow.
His thumb brushed her bottom lip, and she wrapped her mouth around it. His eyes fluttered. A low groan escaped him, and he grasped her arms in his hands, tugging her up onto her knees so that she was level with him. He was still holding onto her wrists when she leaned closer to him, her nose brushing his. She started to reach for him again, but his hands tightened around her.
“I want to touch you,” she whispered against his lips.
He swallowed hard, leaning forward to bite her lip, and then he placed her arms around the back of his neck. “You’ll have me undone before I can see you,” he breathed in her ear.
“Would that be so bad?” she managed in a pleading tone.
His fingertips began to trickle down her arms slowly, to her underarms, to her ribs, down her sides. And then, he grasped her hips with such ferocity that she gasped.
“Later.”
His breath licked at her flesh, and the chill that ran down her spine made her muscles weak.
“Tease,” she muttered against his lips.
The sly smile he met her with made her mouth dry. She couldn’t hold herself from kissing him any longer, and her lips slammed into his, passion spreading from her core to his. His fingers grasping at her hips and butt made her moan into his mouth. She loved how he grabbed her flesh as though it were saving him from falling off the edge of a cliff. His arms wrapped around her body, torsos flush together as they made out, making up for the time they’d missed these last months trying to deny the fire between them.
His length was so close to her wetness that she only had to open her legs to feel it brush against her. He groaned into her mouth as she moved her hips back and forth atop him, feeling herself shake at the thought of it inside her. She pulled back just enough to whisper, “I want you inside me,” against his lips, to which he nudged her nose with his in response.
“Say it again.”
Her hips bucked against his length, and she started to move her hand between them, but he grabbed her wrist and placed her hand around his neck again.
“Draven…” she felt herself bite her lip as he hooked his arm around her waist, grasping her butt cheek in his fingers, his other hand curling beneath her bent knee and pulling it up off the bed around his waist. “I want to feel you inside me,” she managed again.
“Soon.”
She wanted to hit him.
But the moment the words left his lips, he pushed her backwards onto the bed. Her hair fell over her face. For a brief second, she couldn’t see him.
And then she gasped at the sudden feeling of his tongue against her clit.
“Fuck, Draven—” Her entire body melted into the mattress, mouth agape with ecstasy as she surrendered to the suck of his mouth, the flitter of his tongue, her back arching into the air. Her legs were over his shoulders, his hands once more grasping at her hips. She managed to look down, and her eyes met his through strangles of his hair. The intensity of his gaze nearly sent her over the edge. His tongue flicked her clit quickly, followed by a deliberate tease, alternating between the two and sucking at her wetness as her head hit the mattress again. Her lip was almost bleeding at the strength in which she bit at it, and as she felt her body reaching and reaching, her hands gripped white at the sheets. She tried denying her release, enjoying him between her legs far too much to let herself go.
But her high-pitched moans and strain of her muscles were no match for his tease. And she came apart on his lips with a full shudder of her body and cry of pleasure that she was sure woke
