He licks me from behind, slow at first, teasing me with light flicks of his tongue until I whimper. He grips my hips tighter and pulls me back into his mouth, devouring me like it’s his last meal.

“God, you’re so wet already,” he groans. “I love the way your body responds to me.”

He pulls me back into his mouth, burying his face between my legs, his tongue working in slow, hungry circles, dragging moans out of me that echo through the room.

My hands press to the wall for balance, but my legs tremble. “Vic… oh my god! I’m gonna—”

The sensation knocks the air from my lungs. He grunts against me, tongue sliding deeper until I break, my body convulsing as the orgasm overtakes me. I cry out, half-whimper, half-beg as he groans in satisfaction, licking me through every wave.

When I sag against the wall, he rises behind me, presses a kiss to my shoulder, and whispers, “I love you. Every part of you. Every inch. Every sound.”

“I love you, too,” I breathe, still shaking.

Then, I feel the thick weight of him pressing between my legs. He wraps one hand around my waist and the other around my hip.

He slides in slowly, and I stretch around him, full in a way that has me moaning his name.

“Fuck, baby…” His voice is wrecked. “You’re so tight. So warm. I swear to God…”

He starts to move, slow at first, then faster—his hips pounding into me, his body slapping against mine with each thrust. Our echo is obscene. Filthy. Perfect.

“I love the sound of my dick slapping this round ass,” he growls, gripping me harder. “The way you take me… how tight you squeeze around me… Jesus, Kerry. I’ve needed this. I couldn’t go another day without it. Without you.”

Every thrust hits deep and sharp, my cheek pressing to the wall as I cry out.

His pace quickly builds. Each thrust is strong and steady, rocking into me until the wall rattles, and the only sounds in the room are our breaths and bodies slapping together.

My nails dig into the surface for balance, and my body sings for him—burns for him.

“Vic, oh god! Don’t stop,” I whimper, my voice breaking. “You feel so good inside me. So fucking’ deep.”

He leans forward, mouth brushing my ear, breath ragged. “I want you to remember this every time you put that dress on. Every time someone looks at you, I want you to remember you’re mine.”

I gasp as he thrusts harder.

“Vic, I can’t—” My voice breaking into a moan. “It hurts too good. I swear, I can’t take it—”