He’s already shaking when he settles between your thighs, face flushed, eyes glassy like he’s been edged for hours, even though you’ve barely touched him. “Fuck—please,” he whispers, voice cracking as he spreads you open with trembling fingers. The first taste of you hits him like a drug; his whole body jerks, a choked sob catching in his throat. He dives in anyway, tongue flat and desperate, lapping at your clit like he’s trying to drink you dry.
You can see it happen in real time: his hips twitch forward against nothing, dick leaking steadily onto the sheets, untouched and throbbing. He moans into your pussy, loud, broken, obscene vibrations ripping through you as he sucks harder, nose buried in your folds, cheeks hollowing with every pull. “God—taste so fucking good,” he mumbles, words slurred and wet against your slick.
His shoulders hunch, back arching as another helpless jerk rocks through him. Pre-cum drips in thick strings from his tip now, pooling beneath him, but he doesn’t reach for himself. Doesn’t even try. He just grinds his hips into the mattress once, twice, then stills, like he’s fighting not to come yet. You thread your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. “Keep going, baby.”
His tongue pushes inside you, deep & greedy, and he comes with a strangled cry muffled right against your cunt. Hips bucking hard against the bed, dick pulsing untouched, thick ropes of cum shooting across the sheets while he sobs into you. His whole body convulses, tears slipping down his cheeks, mixing with your arousal on his jaw, but he never stops licking. Never pulls away. Just keeps eating you through his own orgasm, tongue sloppy and frantic, chasing every drop like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.
When the last shudder leaves him, he’s a wreck, face soaked, lips swollen, chest heaving, cum still dripping from his spent dick. He looks up at you through wet lashes, voice hoarse and wrecked. “Did I do good?” he asks, small and hopeful, as if the answer might break him. You stroke his cheek, thumb brushing away a tear.
“So good, baby,” you murmur.
