The feeling was so overwhelming, I didn’t know how to deal with it.
He kisses me, his lips gentle. “I’m going to make you feel good.”
A steely determined glint fills his eyes and then he’s sliding down my body, his mouth and hands everywhere. The sucker leaves a sticky trail across my skin, but I don’t mind. I raise my arms above my head, gripping the pillow resting there, lifting my hips. My body knows what it wants without having any experience, and when Crew pauses, his gaze lifts to mine, dark and full of promise.
“Did it look like this?”
I frown, confused. “What do you mean?”
“That porn you watched. When he went down on her.” His gaze becomes hotter the longer he watches me.
“This is better,” I admit, and he smiles.
Just before he settles his mouth on me.
A ragged sigh leaves me and I thrust my hands in his hair, holding him to me as he devours my flesh. His tongue licks and teases. He thrusts it inside me, pulling out. Pushing in.
It feels so good, but it doesn’t seem like enough.
He slips the sucker between my thighs, thrusting it inside me before he pulls it out, rubbing it along my folds. I’m whimpering, my eyes falling closed, the sensations overwhelming me again, just like last night.
But I push through, straining toward release, my mouth falling open on a silent scream as he increases his pace, his face smashed against me, his mouth working me into a frenzy. He replaces the sucker with a finger, pushing inside, and I cry out. When he adds another finger, I practically scream.
It’s too much. It’s not enough. My muscles are taut, my skin coated in sweat, and when he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, that’s all it takes.
I’m coming. My body shudders uncontrollably as I chant his name, smashing my lower body against his face. I’m helpless, completely out of control, and he grips my hips, holding me to him as he continues his delicious assault.
It’s as if I’m in complete freefall. I have no sense of control over my body. I’m trembling, drawing air in big gulps, my heart beating so hard it feels like it could fly out of my chest.
I try to push him away, my skin so sensitive his attention almost hurts, and he does what I silently request, pulling away from me. I peek down to witness Crew rubbing his hand against the side of his face, and when he drops it, I see that his skin and mouth shine.
From me.
He catches me watching, his eyes narrowing as he studies me. I’m still shivering, my breathing erratic, my heart racing. I wish he’d say something.
Anything.
He moves, so he’s lying beside me, his hand on my hip, pulling me toward him. I go easily, still boneless as he tucks me into his body. His mouth is at my forehead, his fingers in my hair when he murmurs, “You okay?”
I nod, curling into him, pressing my cheek to his chest. I need him to hold me. To say the right things. To reassure me that I’m going to be all right.
I don’t feel all right. I feel like I’m coming out of my skin. As if the world had shut its doors to me all this time, and I finally caught a glimpse inside.
To find it’s all I could ever want.