electricity in my toes. Across my scalp. Everywhere. I was a power line, jolting from pleasure every damn second.
And as much as I wanted to let go and pump, I had to watch. I opened my eyes, savoring the slow, steady rhythm of her taking my length in and out, deep then shallow, my shaft sliding between her lips. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. So was the expression on her face—like she was lost in the moment.
I could get lost too.
And I had to stay focused. Had to use words and control. I ran my fingers along her cheek. “Look at you. Look at you sucking me off just like you wanted.”
I could feel her moan against me. She sucked harder, with vigor and lust in her brown eyes.
“I’m not going to look away, dirty girl. I’m not going to look anywhere but at your gorgeous face when you taste me coming down your throat for the first time. And I’m not going to pull out.”
A tremble seemed to roll through her body, and she nodded.
“You’re going to swallow, and I know you’re going to love it,” I said, picking up the pace as desire barreled through me, curling through my veins.
Her knees slid wider, and I glanced down. Holy hell. She was rocking her hips, thrusting against the butterfly as much as she could. My girl needed to get off.
“You must be aching. You want to come so badly, don’t you?”
She nodded as she sucked.
“Are you close?”
Another nod. Another fantastically deep suck.
And I was done.
The pleasure in me snapped, breaking, as my climax started to rush through my body like a tornado. “Don’t stop, baby. I’m coming.”
My hand curled tight around her, and I fucked her sweet virginal mouth through my release. “Yes. That’s it. Take it all,” I urged her as I came, my whole body shuddering.
When I pulled out, she let go of her own hands, grabbed my hips, and cried out against me, “Oh God, I’m coming too. I’m coming so hard.”
Like that, with her face against my thighs, her hands clutching me, her body quaking, my sweet, dirty girl fell apart at my feet.
A few seconds later, I turned off the butterfly, tossing the remote on the couch. I kicked off my shoes; shed my jeans, briefs, and shirt; and scooped her up, carrying her to her bedroom. She moaned happily in my arms the whole time, enjoying the aftereffects of her own climax.
I laid her out on the bed, her silky hair spilling across the pillow, her body soft and pliant.
She was incredible, and my heart thumped harder as I drank her in. She was so fearless, so eager. And she gave herself so freely. I’d never experienced anyone like her before. And I wanted to experience all of her, again and again. That hammering in my heart grew louder, and I wanted to tell it to shut up, but I wanted to kiss her more.
So I did.
I dropped a kiss to her forehead, inhaling her scent.
She smiled.
Then I kissed her nose, and she murmured.
Then I placed one on her lips.
She sighed softly.
“You deserve another orgasm,” I said, my head swirling with longing for her, for more of her. “You know that? That was so damn good. You deserve to come again.”
I didn’t give her a chance to resist. I moved down her body, slid off the vibrator, and kissed her delicious wetness.
“You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” I whispered as I wrapped my hands around her ass, cupping her cheeks, bringing her closer to my mouth.
“I am?” she asked, but there were no nerves in her voice. Only a lovely, warm sound, letting me know she liked the praise, wanted to hear more of it.
“You are perfection, and I need another taste of you. I need to have you all over my lips,” I said, and for a second, it occurred to me that I was begging her. And it hit me too—I didn’t care. She was worth pleading to. I’d get down on my knees for another taste of her.
Only I didn’t have to. I didn’t have to beg, because she gave. She gave all of herself. And that made me the luckiest man in the world.
“Have me, Adam. Please have me,” she whispered.
And damn, that sent my heart into overdrive. That organ slammed against my rib cage, even as I caressed her slickness with my lips, devouring the evidence of her first climax.
I tried to