His touch is rough, making me cry out, but I don’t mind. He searches and thrusts, his thumb pressing against my clit at the same time he slips a finger inside my body. His finger matches the rhythm of his tongue, in and out at a rapid pace, and I cry out against his lips, the orgasm already drawing closer.
“You like that?” he whispers against my lips, and I nod, frantic. “Fuck my hand, Wren. Do it.”
I move my hips, awkward with my movements but eventually getting it. I push forward at the same time he does, wincing at first, until it starts to feel better.
So much better.
“Oh God,” I murmur, my eyes tightly closed as I do exactly as he says. Moving with his hand helplessly. Desperate to get off.
He increases his speed, shoving two fingers inside me, stretching me wider. It hurts, only because it’s so tight, and I pause in my movements, trying to calm my breathing. My racing heart.
“Birdy.” He kisses me, softer this time, his touch turning softer too. He rubs gently against my clit, sliding his fingers back and forth, coating them with my wetness before he pulls his hand out, his fingers suddenly at my mouth. “Taste.”
I part my lips and his fingers are inside my mouth. I lick them, tasting myself, a moan leaving me. I’m throbbing between my legs, so hard it hurts, and he knows it.
I’m sure he does.
“You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”
I nod, not even caring anymore. I just want him. “Yes.”
“I’d do anything for you too,” he continues, his fingers drifting across my belly, making goosebumps rise. “Will you give me this?”
He cups me between my thighs, holding me tight, and I open my eyes, staring up at him, breathless at the darkness I see in his gaze. “Yes.”
“I want to fuck you.”
I nod. “I know.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
Another nod. “Yes.” I close my eyes, faintly embarrassed. Even after everything we’ve shared.
“Open your eyes.” I do so, and he continues, “Tell me, Wren. Say you want me to fuck you.”
Pressing my lips together, I swallow hard before I whisper shakily, “I want you to fuck me, Crew.”
He’s pleased by me saying such a thing. It’s written all over his face. In his smile. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I know he won’t.
“I’m going to make you come.” He kisses me. “Once. Twice. You need to relax.”
His mouth wandering all over my body does wonders for my nerves. The tension racing through me. He kisses me everywhere, removing my bra. Sliding my panties off, careful not to rip them. I melt into the mattress, at the touch of his mouth on my inner thigh. My hip. My belly button.
“You smell so fucking good,” he murmurs against my skin, just before he slides in between my legs and opens his mouth, his breath tickling my most sensitive spot when he asks, “Do you want to come?”
“Y-yes.” I slip my hands into his hair, holding him to me. Like I never want him to leave.
He laps at my clit. Gentle, soft strokes that have me moaning. He pauses, and I want to die. I never want him to stop. “Like this?”
“Harder,” I encourage, and he presses his tongue flat against me, licking and then sucking. “Oh yes. Like that.”
I’m shameless, rubbing myself against his face, his low groans only encouraging me. It feels so good, what he’s doing. He feels so good. It doesn’t take much until I’m coming, my body wracked with shivers, his name falling from my lips as I thrust my hips up, trying to get closer to his magical mouth.
He holds me to him, his mouth never wavering, his tongue lashing at my clit as I ride out my orgasm against his face. He slips a finger inside me and I arch up, closing my eyes.
“I don’t think I can take it,” I protest.
But he doesn’t let me go. A second finger joins the first and he pushes them deep inside me, pulling out before sliding back in. His tongue is everywhere, licking my still throbbing clit. Searching every part of me slowly.
Another orgasm builds, this one slower. More gradual. I keep my fingers in his hair, twisting the strands tightly, moving with him as he drives me out of my mind with his tongue and fingers. Until I’m a gasping, crying mess, coming again, so quickly after the first one.
He kisses the inside of my thigh, wiping his face against my skin before he rises up and kisses my mouth. My response is enthusiastic. I can’t get enough of him, and the heavy weight of his erection against my stomach tells me he’s ready.