To think I might have never been able to taste her like this again. I close my eyes, humming as I do it again more slowly. She squirms just enough that I have to curl my hands over the tops of her thighs to hold her still, using my tongue to catch the bit of her slick that escapes her. I know that she’ll feel as good as she tastes, the memory of her warmth wrapped around my cock enough to make me ache for it.
But first things first.
I tease her, trailing the tip of my tongue around her clit but not quite touching—hearing her make frustrated sounds as she pushes her fingers through my hair to tug softly. I tap her taut little button before covering it completely, using my tongue to roll it in a slow circle before wrapping my lips around it to suck.
The effect is immediate; she pushes her hips upward mindlessly and her fingers tug at my hair harder than before—and when I pull a little more roughly, suctioning her to make her whimper, I can feel her thighs pressing at my hands like she’s trying to shut her legs to escape the sensation. Like it’s too much for her.
“Noah,” she gasps. “Noah. Don’t st—fuck.”
I’m not teasing her now; it has been almost two weeks, after all, and what might seem like a short span of time feels like forever when I haven’t been able to touch her. I release her thighs just so I can slide one hand underneath her, lifting her to bare more of her to my mouth. I use the other hand to curl two fingers inside her, pressing against the sensitive spot that I know I’ll be touching with my cock shortly after this. I can almost feel the way she’ll fit around me when my knot swells.
I pump my fingers in and out of her messily as I suck deeper at her clit, her thighs pressed against my ears so tight that it is almost uncomfortable, but that sure as hell isn’t going to stop me. She starts to tremble when she’s close, her hands clawing anywhere they can reach, be it the sheets or the pillows or my shoulders and back again, and when she finally lets go, shaking against my tongue as she makes a breathless sound of contentment—it’s almost enough to make me come right along with her. Almost.
She’s already tugging at my shoulders even before she’s fully come down from it, my fingers still moving inside her to prolong her pleasure as my mouth collides with hers. I know she has to be able to taste herself on my tongue, and I can’t say why that warms me further, but it does. I can feel her hands insistently shoving at the sweatpants I’m still wearing, to try and roll them off me, and it takes only seconds for me to take over the task, to kick them away so that there is nothing but our skin and her warmth and the hot ache of my cock as it slots against her.
“Never thought I’d have this again,” I rasp against her mouth.
She tilts her hips so that I slide over her wet folds. “Hurry, Noah.”
She wraps her arms around my neck as my arm curls beneath her, holding her tight as I press against her entrance to slowly slip inside. I watch her expression as I give her inch after inch, enjoying the slight part of her mouth, the hooded quality of her lids, the way she’s looking at me like I’m giving her everything she needs.
She kisses me when I’m fully inside her, her tongue tangling with mine and her teeth nibbling at my lower lip, nodding softly as if wordlessly telling me to move. Not that I need any motivation. Her nipples are hard against my chest as I move into her, tickling my skin as I savor the wet slide of my cock as it fills her. I press my hand near her head on the mattress to brace myself, making sure to keep my hold around her waist so that I can hold her close as I roll my hips into hers.
I can feel that urgency building inside; there’s a steady thrumming of mine mine mine pulsing under my skin that comes from a place I’m just beginning to understand. One that only she can touch. It makes me feel wilder, more desperate—it makes me feel like I’ll never get enough of her.
“Fuck,” I grind out. “I never want to stop doing this.”
Mackenzie laughs breathlessly, pulling me down so she can kiss my jaw. “That’s tempting.”
“I could keep you here,” I hum, letting my head loll so I can scrape my teeth over her shoulder. “Keep you full of my knot forever.”
Her breath catches when my lips brush the warm, throbbing gland at the base of her throat, flicking my tongue against it. “Noah.”
I have nonsensical urges to press my teeth here, to mark her for the rest of her days so that everyone will always know that she belongs to me, that I belong to her—but a small, nagging part of my brain that is still clinging to a scrap of sanity knows it isn’t time for that. Not yet. I kiss her there once more for good measure, hard enough to leave a mark, at the very least.