Remi gasps as I drag her to the edge of the cushion. “Foster—fuck.”

My tongue parts her lips, licks from bottom to top, and then I devour her.

She tangles her fingers in my hair while I drag against her clit, and she moans. I coax another from her when I suck it into my mouth. A shudder racks through her, nails scraping my scalp.

I groan against her. “Jesus, you taste good.”

I’ve wanted exactly this since I left her hotel room. Thought about having my face buried between her legs countless times.

She’s already so fucking wet when I tease her entrance, and I hum in approval.

“Such an eager cunt, Remi.” I dip two fingers inside her, causing her lips to part, her face to tip up.

I pump in and out and use the tip of my tongue to make tight circles on her clit.

“God, yes,” she says on a ragged breath.

The desperate sound she makes next jerks my cock. When my eyes lift, she’s biting her lip, hooded gaze on me without command. I’ve only been possessive over a fucking look when it comes to hers. But it fuels a primal desire to claim.

Remi whimpers at a light graze of my teeth. She moves her hips, the pulling at my hair rougher as she rubs against me.

“There you go, baby. Make yourself come.”

She rides my face, taking, demanding, and I give, letting her, loving every second. I thrust faster, swiping and sucking on her clit. Her back arches off the chair, her pussy floods my hand as her climax hits. And her face is goddamn ethereal.

She melts onto the chair, and I kiss her trembling inner thigh before straightening. Even more of a flush appears in her cheeks while she watches me lick my fingers clean. So I drag it out. Make it obscene.

The color spreads, and she draws her legs up, the intention to close them.

“Not a chance.” I catch her foot. My thumb runs along her instep, and I lean in, hooking her leg around me as I draw a peaked nipple between my lips.

“Fuck,” she hisses, clutching onto the back of my neck.

She wraps her other leg around my waist, and her drenched pussy drags over my abs. I groan, my dick rock-hard and aching to sink into her.

“Turn around.” I stand, flicking open the button on my jeans. “On your knees.”

As she moves to her knees on the cushion, I shove down my jeans with my boxers and step out of them. My eyes eat up every curve of her form, and I fist my shaft.

She looks over her shoulder. Her gaze flits to my hand then back to mine, and she licks her lips. Grabbing the back of the chair, she arches so her ass pushes out in offering, batting her lashes. “You want me like this, Foster?”