My words reignite her fervor and the urge to take my own advice and shuck these pants off—to slide my cock into her warmth and feel her contracting around my dick the way she’s squeezing my fingers—is nearly impossible to ignore.

Sweat beads on my brow as I pick up the pace, thrusting harder and faster to match the tempo she’s set.

A feral growl rips from my throat when her hands fist into my hair. I pull her swollen clit into my mouth, sucking it soft and slow, building in both speed and pressure with every thrust of her hips.

Using my hair for leverage, her body folds in half as the force of her mounting climax has her writhing out of control.

Gripping her hips, I tug until her ass is hanging off the edge of the bed, alternating between lapping at her pussy and nibbling on her swollen bundle of nerves.

“Oh—ohhh! Oh Lyle, yes!” Her quivering legs press in on my head, squeezing it in a vise grip.

A string of nonsensical gibberish signals her imminent release, spurring me on.

“Give it to me,” I growl before biting down on her clit.

Her grip on my hair tightens just as a scream pierces the night. Seizing, she rides out every last tremor, unabashedly grinding her sweet cunt into my face.

In a state of pure ecstasy, I drink every last drop of her release, gobbling her up like the fucking delicacy she is.

Spent, and gasping for breath, I fall back on my haunches, heart pounding like I’ve just run a marathon. I’m wet with sweat and painfully aroused.

Her grip relaxes, her fingers lazily combing my scalp as she works through the last waves of her climax.

Only when the shudders come to a complete halt do I rise to my feet.

Gripping her head in both hands, I give it a tilt, until her gaze is even with mine.

“Still can’t believe you’re finally mine,” I say, my heart swelling as I take in every inch of her sated body: The red splotches on her cheeks and chest, her hair wild and mussed. Her nipples still fully erect and beckoning me like a siren’s song. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

Her eyes shimmer as she stares up at me with indisputable love.

How I’ve managed so long without her, I’ll never understand. Because now that I’ve had just the smallest taste, there’s no chance in hell I’d be able to do it again.

“I feel like I should thank you,” she says through a blissed-out smile.

“Not necessary.” I flatten my palms to the mattress and lean in slowly. “But I’ll take a kiss.”

To my surprise, she jerks back, her lip curled in disgust. “But you ju—“