My lips parted in surprise and then were met with his mouth, his tongue, only separating until my nightgown was torn off me. Breeze from the fabric and the air conditioner cooled my skin, but that was only flesh deep. Inside I was boiling.

And once I was bare for him, he gently guided me backward, climbing on the bed with me, until I was on my back and he hovered above.

His eyes roamed my body, a look of fierce need in his eyes, and a tightness of his jaw as he finally bent down. He played with my nipples and fondled my breasts and I spread my thighs for him as his hand brushed up my inner thigh, my lower stomach. He used hands and teeth and mouth and tongue to discover every inch of me until his fingers were at my center.

He spread me open for him like a man who wanted to enjoy the pleasure, and then he glanced up at me while he slipped a finger inside.

“Fuck,” we both rasped at the same time. My hips arched into him, seeking more, but he continued his discovery with a slow, controlled pace driving me crazy.

“I want to taste you. Can I?”

I nodded, tongue swiping my bottom lip, and I rolled my lips together as he spread me farther open.

At the first lap of his tongue against my sex, I reached out, clung to tight and large and muscled biceps, tried to stay still but I was already so close, so needy that it took moments of him, swirling his tongue around my clit, dipping his tongue deep inside and when he added two fingers, twisted and crooked them and slowly pressed them to my perfect spot, I exploded, chanting his name and digging nails into his arm.

My entire body exploded in a burst of white-hot pleasure as he ate me through my orgasm, continuing it far longer than I ever thought possible. My abs were tight, my inner thighs burned before he slowly brought me down and when he moved up my body, my own desire glistened on his mouth.

I pulled him down to me, kissed the taste of me off his mouth and tongue, and shivered as his erection, still clothed, ran over my sensitive skin. My fingers slid into his briefs and I pushed them down, but he shook his head and looked up.

“Not tonight,” he whispered. “Tonight was for you.”

“But.” I glanced down. He was hard and thick and oh dear god he would feel glorious once he was inside of me. “I want to see then.”

“You want me to jerk off?”

“I want to watch.”

Surprise widened his eyes, replacing his desire and then a grin split his face. He slammed his mouth to mine and kicked off his briefs before crawling up my body, straddling my stomach. “You are fucking perfection.”

He gripped his shaft, thicker than I’d thought possible one could be. Long, with a vein that ran the length of him, his hand tightened as he pulled and tugged. Every move made me grow wetter, want him more, until he shoved up his chin, veins popped on his throat and he came, coating my breasts, my nipples, and my stomach.