Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

I drag my lips up the inside of her calf. The inside of her thigh.

Her fingers curl into my hair. Her hips lift to meet me.

I pin her thighs to the bed and bring my lips to her. No teasing today. I need all of her. Her pleasure, her satisfaction, her trust.

She bucks against my lips as I lick her up and down.

She tastes so fucking good.

I focus on the spot where she needs me most and I flick my tongue against her.

She groans. "Walker." Her voice is needy. Breathless. Like she'll never get enough.

Fuck knows I won't.

I hold her in place as I lick her.

Her thighs shake.

Her groans fill the room.

Her nails dig into my shoulder, a desperate plea for more, for me, for everything.

I want everything.

I want to give her everything.

It's fucking weird.

But fucking amazing too.

I look up at her, watch pleasure spill over her expression, then I turn every bit on my attention to tasting her.

A few more flicks of my tongue and she's shuddering.

Shaking.

Tugging at my hair.

There.

She groans my name as she comes.

I lick her through her orgasm then I drag my lips up her pelvis, stomach, chest, neck.

She looks up at me with every bit of trust in the world.

I bring my lips to hers.

Her tongue slides into my mouth.

She tears the wrapper and slides the condom over my cock.

I lower my body onto hers.

She wraps her legs around my waist.

There.