eating you.” I blew softly over her wet flesh, and she whimpered before doing exactly as I’d asked, her eyes finding mine. I gave her a long, hard lick in reward, then got down to working my girl into a frenzy.
I devoured her with the hunger of a starving man, licking and sucking at her clit before stabbing deep and fucking her with my tongue, her cries like music in my ears as she keened higher, her legs tightening against my back.
She was so tight I felt her constrict along my tongue, and I groaned as she rocked her hips, riding my face as I pushed her relentlessly toward the brink of orgasm. Her breaths came faster, her breath catching as her thighs trembled.
I rubbed my thumb over her clit and sent her reeling, screaming my name before she released my hair to muffle her cries with a fist. While the waves still rolling through her, her hips swiveling, I lifted my mouth to her clit and sank two fingers deep inside her.
She moaned, and I worked her toward a second orgasm, pumping deep and adding a third finger to make sure she was ready for me. London’s body was perfect, but she was small, tight, and the last thing I was going to do was hurt her.
“What are you doing to me?” Her head thrashed above me as her muscles coiled again.
“Did you want me to stop?” I offered, unable to crack a smile. My entire body was wound so fucking tight that snapping was a real possibility.
“Never,” she groaned, grabbing fistfuls of the covers.
I sucked her clit between my lips and lashed at it with my tongue. She came again, her back bowing off the bed. My fingers stroked her down easy, then withdrew from her slick heat.
It took all of thirty seconds to grab a condom from my bag and shed my clothes, and her arms were open, reaching for me as I hovered above her.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Absolutely.” She grabbed the condom from my hands and ripped it open, then looked down between us with wide eyes. “I’ve never—”
“Let me.” I took the thin plastic and rolled it on. “If you put your hands on me right now, it would be game over for this round.”
She smiled as I settled between her thighs, looping her arms around my neck. “Do I at least get a turn to touch you?”
“You can have as many turns as you want,” I offered as my cock nudged her entrance, but then a groan slipped from my lips at the sight and feel of her. She was flushed and pink and had the glow of a satisfied woman coupled with the hope in her eyes that there just might be more to come. My control was hanging by the barest of threads, but something she’d said tickled the back of my brain. “Are you okay like this? Am I too heavy on top of you?”
She shook her head and hooked an ankle over my waist. “You’re perfect. Now take me, Jansen.” Her hips rocked slightly.
I rolled mine slow and steady, pushing through the velvet muscles of the tightest pussy I’d ever felt in my life until she took me completely.
She gasped, but there was no pain in her eyes as I gave her a moment to adjust, sweat beading in a fine layer on my skin from the effort of holding back and fighting every instinct in my body to move.
“You feel incredible,” she whispered then arched up to kiss me.
I sank into the kiss as I rocked my hips gently, setting an easy, soft pace. She was so damned small, and I wasn’t exactly a little guy. She moaned into the kiss and met me thrust for thrust.
Slow. Easy. Gentle. I was dying, dying, at the pleasure of being inside her. My entire body was alive and humming with electricity.
“You won’t break me, Jansen.” She skimmed her hands down my sides until she grasped my ass.
“I’m. Trying. To. Be—”
“Just be you. Stop holding back.” She forced her hips up and pulled me into her on the next thrust, sending me hard and deep. I groaned. So did she.
That sound unraveled the last of my control.
I took her with hard, deep, long strokes that brought me close to the stars with every thrust. She squeezed tight around me, meeting me for every move, our bodies sliding and colliding over and over.
It was too good. Too hot. Too consuming. I couldn’t