At the sight of Tabitha’s pussy, an all-consuming lust guided me forward. She was slick. Wet. I inhaled the smell of her naked skin, felt my cock harden to the point of physical pain. This close, in this position, it wasn’t possible for me to second-guess what I wanted. She was right there, open for me. Legs wrapped around my head. I tasted her with my tongue, diving into her folds. She was earthy and lush. Sweet. A strangled groan ripped from my chest. Her fingers twisted in my hair. I gave her the laziest lick I could manage, savoring her. Committing this act, this moment, to memory. When I reached her clit, she gasped.

Spreading her, I dipped my mouth lower and wiggled my tongue inside of her, licking as deeply as I could. I felt her reaction—a tremor in her legs. Fingers, scratching at my skin. I slid in and out, an easy rhythm. Realized I could do this for the rest of my goddamn life—fucking Tabitha with my tongue against a door—and die happy.

“How do you…do that?” she sighed, hips rocking into my mouth. I let my gaze travel up the length of her body. Watched her writhe above me, head tipped back. I groaned against her skin. Replaced my tongue with two fingers—gently, working them inside, eying her closely for signs of what she liked. What she craved. I hooked the pads of my fingers against her inner walls. A smile bloomed on her face—fast, euphoric.

“Like this?” I asked, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.

“Yes…” She nodded. “Oh yes, like that.”

I didn’t stop moving my fingers. I lowered my tongue to her clit. Curled around it. Circled it. Lapped at it as a bead of sweat ran down her chest. She looked out of her fucking mind. I was there too, mindless and nothing but need.

I pulled the cup of her bra down and rolled her nipple back and forth against my palm. Tabitha let out a garbled cry, ending on a moan, hips punching forward.

“How about this?” I sucked her clit between my lips.

“Fuck,” she whispered harshly. Her hands slapped against my shoulders. I grinned—couldn’t help it. Then I doubled everything in intensity—fucked her faster. Lapped at her clit. Pinched her nipple as her cries grew louder and more nonsensical. When she began chanting my name, I knew she was close. Wanted to roar out a primal scream with the power surging through me—that I could bury my tongue in Tabitha’s pussy and get her off, fast, like this. Hot and eager and urgent, like this. That Tabitha Tyler was gripping my hair and riding my face and then coming, coming, coming.

“Oh my God, oh my…oh my…” she panted.