Utterly mine.
I toss the riding crop aside and pull my t-shirt over my head. I need inside her, but I need her coming on my face first.
I climb onto the bed and plant between her legs. My fingers curl into her inner thighs. Fuck, she's so wet I can barely get a grip.
She writhes against my hands.
She lifts her hips, reaching for my lips.
"Mal." The single word is a plea. For me, for more, for an orgasm, for everything.
I want to give her everything.
For once, I'm actually asking myself where the fuck I find everything.
I bring my mouth to her cunt. I tease her hole. I suck on her lips. I flick my tongue against her clit. I lick her up and down, left and right, with slow zigzags, with hard strokes.
I wait until she's groaning and writhing, then I bring my mouth to her clit and I lick her just how she needs me to.
It only takes a few moments to push her over the edge. She groans through her orgasm, pressing her thighs against my hands, tugging at my hair.
Still, I lick her.
I lick her through the it's too fucking much groans of agony.
Through the fuck, that's exactly what I need groans of ecstasy.
She screams my name as she comes on my face. Her leg finds its way around my shoulder. Her heel digs into my back. I was supposed to bind her and force her to take pleasure until she cried mercy, but this is so much fucking better—
I need her body against mine.
I need her hands and her thighs and her cunt.
I need all of her reacting to all of me.
I plant my face between her legs and I lick her hard and fast.
My name is a curse as it falls off her lips.
Her groans are agony.
Her nails scrape against my shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
I look up at her, gauging her reaction. Her eyes are closed. Her lips are parting with a sigh. Her whole body is wrecked with pleasure.
Almost.
A few more licks and she goes over the edge. She sinks her nails into my skin as she comes, groaning and shaking and screaming my name again and again.
Her hand finds my hair. She tugs, hard. "Mal. Fuck me. Please."
I drag my lips down her thigh as I pull back.
It's there in her eyes—she can't take more.
I kiss my way up her leg, over her hips, up her stomach, over her breasts. My lips brush her neck. Her jawline.
Her lips.