The room was warm this time. Not like before, when winter’s breath crept through the walls and turned the sheets into icy silk. Tonight, the only chill came from the cool fabric beneath you, a contrast to the heat radiating from your skin.
You lay there, bathed in soft light, the white sheets draped beneath you like an offering. Naked. Waiting. Your lips curled into a knowing smile as I stepped closer, my eyes drinking in every curve, every flushed inch of you.
I could see the anticipation in your body—the way your thighs pressed together, the way your chest rose and fell just a little too fast. You were already aching for me, and fuck, I was aching for you, too.
I climbed onto the foot of the bed, hands grazing up the length of your legs, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath my fingers. You shivered, but not from cold. This time, there was no hesitation, no bashful retreat. You spread your legs for me, a silent invitation, and my breath caught at the sight of you—slick, glistening, swollen with need.
My cock throbbed beneath me, pressed hard against the mattress as I lowered my mouth to you, hovering just above your drenched folds. My breath alone made you squirm, your hips shifting, silently begging for more.
Then my tongue touched you.
Your moan was instant, guttural, raw. I dragged my tongue through your wetness, slow and deliberate, savoring every taste of you. My lips wrapped around your clit, sucking just enough to make you cry out, before I licked again—deeper, firmer, teasing, devouring.
Your fingers found my hair, gripping tight, trying to pull me closer, needing more. I growled against you, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure through your body. I could feel you dripping down my chin, soaking into my beard, and fuck, it made me harder than I thought possible.
I locked my hands around your thighs, holding you in place as I buried my tongue inside you, stroking, swirling, fucking you with every flick. Your back arched, hips bucking against my mouth, but I didn’t let go. I wanted you helpless beneath me, lost in pleasure, unable to do anything but take what I was giving you.
Your moans grew frantic, breathy, desperate. “Please,” you gasped, voice shaking. “Please, I need you.”
I pulled back just enough to look up at you, my lips wet with your slickness, my tongue teasing your clit as I whispered, “Not yet.”
You whimpered, your whole body trembling.
I sucked harder, my tongue relentless, pushing you higher, higher—until your thighs clenched around my head, and a strangled cry tore from your lips.
“Fuck—”
You shattered.
Your body spasmed, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you came against my mouth, soaking my lips, my chin, my tongue. I didn’t stop. I licked and sucked through every pulse of your orgasm, wringing every last tremor from you until your thighs trembled with aftershocks.
I moved up your body, dragging my tongue over your stomach, up to your breasts, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along your flushed skin. My cock pressed against your slick entrance, teasing, rubbing against the heat of you.
Your eyes met mine, dark with lust, still dazed from your release. You bit your lip, your legs wrapping around my waist as you whispered, “Now.”
And just as I was about to sink into you—
I woke up.
Breathless. Throbbing. My cock aching, painfully hard, the ghost of you still wrapped around me.
But next time… next time, I wouldn’t wake up before I finished what I started.
