“You want me coming in your pretty mouth?” He moves closer. Until he’s close enough to touch. “Or maybe here.” He cups my breast with one hand. Runs his thumb over my nipple.
Softly.
Then harder.
“On those perfect tits.” His touch gets harder and harder until—
Fuck. My eyelids press together. My lips part with a groan. “I want to taste you.”
He brings his other hand to my cheek. Catches my lip with his thumb.
I flick my tongue against his digit.
Then he slides it into my mouth.
I look him in the eyes as I suck hard.
He stares back at me.
His dark eyes are on fire. Demanding and needy at once.
It’s intense. Almost too much.
Intimate in a different way.
He toys with my breast until I’m groaning against his thumb, then he moves to my other nipple and teases it just as mercilessly.
My hands go to the waistband of his jeans. I’m not smooth the way he is, but I still manage to unbutton and unzip him.
To push his jeans off his hips.
Rub him over his boxers.
His eyes flutter closed.
Anticipation spreads over his face.
Fuck, it’s beautiful. It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. It really is.
I push his boxers off his hips.
Mmm.
It’s the first time I’ve really had a good look at him. He’s every bit as thick as he feels.
And there’s something about seeing him hard and ready for me.
It makes me hot all over.
I wrap my hand around him as I release his thumb. “Not too hard.”
He nods with understanding.
I press my lips to his chest.
He helps me onto my knees. Onto the pillow.
His hand knots in my hair.
My lips brush his tip.
Then it’s a slow flick of my tongue.
He tastes good. Like Forest and soap.
I place one hand on his hip. Use it for balance as I wrap the other around him.
God, he’s warm and hard and mine.
I know he isn’t, that this is still messy and confusing. But right now, he is.
Right now, he’s entirely at my mercy.
It’s thrilling.
I look up at Forest as I brush my lips against his tip.
His fingers dig into the back of my head. He stares back at me, eager, wanting, needy.
I take my time exploring him. Dragging my lips over his shaft. Flicking my tongue against his tip. Tasting his soft skin.
He groans as I take him into my mouth.
I wrap my lips around his tip. Press my tongue against the underside.
“Fuck.” His breath gets heavy.
It bounces around the empty room. It fills me everywhere.
I grip him tighter. Suck on his tip until his groan gets low and deep.
Then I slide my lips over my teeth and I take him deeper.
Deeper.
As deep as I can.
He reaches for me. His fingers brush my neck. Shoulders. Collarbone.
Chest.
He takes my breast into his hand. Rolls my nipple between his thumb and index finger.
Fuck. His touch sends desire racing to my sex.
I groan against him.
He toys harder.
I pull back, take him again.
“Fuck, Skye.” He pinches my nipple. “You’re too good at this.”
In response, I wrap my hand around his base. I keep it there as I pull back and take him again.
He tugs at my hair, pulling me back. Then it’s his palm against the back of my head, pushing me forward.
The desperation of his gesture makes my sex clench.
I work him as he guides me.
Deeper—
Harder—
Fuck. It’s too hard.
I gag. Pull back. Cough. “Not so—”
He nods I know. Offers his hand.
I take it.
Forest helps me up. “You lead, princess.”
The desire in his voice makes my sex clench. I nod. Bring one hand to his hip. Wrap the other around his thick cock.
He shudders as my lip brushes his tip.
This time, I go slowly. I taste every inch of his tip. Bring him into my mouth. Tease him with my tongue.
Soft flicks against his base.
Then harder ones.
He groans as I toy with him. His hand knots in my hair. It tugs.
But it doesn’t push or pull.
He rakes his nails over my shoulder. Takes my breast into his hand. Toys with my nipple.
It’s hard in the best possible way.
I toy with him until he’s groaning, then I take him as deep as I can.
Softly at first. Then harder. Harder. There—
His groan is pure ecstasy.
I work him with a steady pace.
He toys with my nipple.
Every brush of his fingers sends a pang of desire straight to my sex.
The feel of his flesh against my lips—
The taste of him in my mouth—
Fuck, I’m on fire. I really am.
I look up at Forest as I work him.
He stares down at me with heavy lids. Then his eyes close and his lips part with a groan. “Fuck, Skye.” He rolls my nipple. “I’m gonna come in that pretty mouth.”
My sex clenches.
I keep my pace.
My pressure.
His groans get lower, louder.
He shifts his hips, pushing deeper. Deeper.
There—
He tugs at my hair, groaning my name as he comes in my mouth.