“Take your clothes off,” I simper.

A devilish grin tickles his beautiful mouth as he slides off the bed. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch with rapt attention as he hooks his thumbs into his pants and slides them down to his ankles before kicking them aside. His cock stands proud, surging up to his stomach. He strokes it and I lick my lips, eager for the taste of him.

I crawl towards him and take his length down my throat without preamble. I cup his balls, rolling them under my fingers with gentle pressure.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, sliding a hand into my hair. He guides my pace, slowing me to an agonizing rhythm. His balls tighten in my hand and he’s close to coming when he pulls away from me. I whimper, amazed at his restraint, but dissatisfied not to have finished.

He pushes me onto my back before flipping me onto my stomach and lifting my hips. It’s decisive, but not rough. I’m spread out before him, waiting for him to plunge into me, when a cool breath hits my burning-hot sex. The sensation sends a shudder through my entire body. I’m still shaking when he pushes his thick tongue into me. He grabs my ass with one hand, spreading me for him while he strokes my slick folds and teases my clit with the other. The little bundle of nerves screams with joy. He rubs lazy circles with his fingertips and he fucks me with his tongue. The comforter drags across my nipples as I rock into him. A familiar tightness coils in my stomach, warning of imminent pleasure that might rip me apart. I try to pull away, the sensation too much, but Devin’s grip on me is too tight. He keeps my ass pressed against his face as he consumes me.

It starts slow, like a pot beginning to boil, the bubbles rolling over every inch of my body. I feel everything, every tiny sensation. The friction of the bed underneath me. The sheets clenched in my hands. Devin’s tongue inside me. His hot breath on my ass. His fingers stroking my clit. A slow boil, building and building, until it spills over in a raging explosion. I scream his name, delirious in complete pleasure. Every muscle in my body constricts and releases over and over until I collapse forward on the bed, exhausted beyond measure. My eyes close and I nearly pass out. My chest heaves and I pant, convinced my heart will never beat a normal rhythm again.

Devin moves up my body, caressing overstimulated skin with those delicious lips, eliciting a moan with every kiss. He reaches for the nightstand and tears open the condom wrapper. I’m filled with a selfish guilt. I’m too spent to repay the favor, but Devin doesn’t seem to mind.