He slipped one thick finger beneath the lace, not inside , just gliding through my wetness, spreading it up to circle my clit with the lightest touch. My back ached off the bed.
"Tye... please..."
"Please what?" His voice was smooth and rough at the sa ti. He circled lazily with a slow, maddening pace. "Please stop... or please don’t ever stop?"
I couldn’t form a word; I could only moan as he kept up with his teasing ga. He gave just enough, then always more, until I was dripping and shaking so hard that the headboard tapped against the wall.
Finally, finally, he hooked his fingers in the sides of my panties and eased them down my legs, kissing every inch of skin he uncovered: the dip of my hip, the sensitive crease where thigh ets body, and the trembling inside of my knee.
When they were gone, he settled between my thighs, hands sliding under my ass to tilt exactly where he wanted.
His hot breath brushed against my clit, and I clenched on nothing.
"Look at you," he said with awe. "Soaked. Swollen. Perfect."
He pressed one soft, open-mouthed kiss to the top of my mound, then another lower, and another, until his tongue finally parted me with one long, slow lick from my entrance to clit.
I saw stars.
He took his time, giving long, lazy strokes that had writhing, then quick, fluttering flicks that made my legs shake.
When he sealed his lips around my clit and sucked, gently then firmly then gently again, I cried out, grabbing a handful of his hair and grinding my hips shalessly against his mouth.
Every ti I got close, he eased off, just enough to keep on the edge. My thighs were trembling, and my breath came in broken sobs.
He’d soothe with soft kisses to my inner thigh, and whisper filthy-sweet things against my skin: "Not yet, baby... I want you dripping down my chin first... want you so ready you take every inch of without a single second of pain..." then dive back in like he couldn’t get enough.
I lost track of ti. Of everything except the wet heat of his mouth, the rough slide of his stubble, and the way his strong hands held exactly where he wanted .
When he finally slid two fingers inside , curling them just right, I was so far gone I could only whimper his na.
He stroked that spot inside that made my vision blur and sucked my clit in perfect rhythm until the pleasure hit so high I couldn’t breathe.
"Tye—please—let —"
"Co for , Helena," he growled against . "Co all over my tongue."
***
I broke.
The orgasm hit in long, powerful waves of pleasure. Every muscle tightened as I pulsed around his fingers and against his mouth, my back arching so much I almost ca off the bed.
Tye didn’t stop though, he just ran his tongue along my slit gentler now, drawing my orgasm out until I was boneless and gasping, tears pricking the corners of my eyes from how good it felt.
Only when the last tremor faded did he crawl back up my body, kissing a lazy path over my stomach, between my breasts, along my throat. His lips were swollen, glistening with my wetness, and the sight sent a fresh rush of heat straight to my core.
He ran a hand through my damp hair. His eyes were gentle, even though the rest of him was a ss: red lips, tight jaw, and his erection was bulging against his boxers.
"Hey," he whispered. "You with ?"
I managed a shaky laugh, reaching up to trace his bottom lip with my thumb. "I don’t think I’m ever leaving this bed."
"Good," he said, nipping my thumb, then my lip. "Because I’m nowhere near done with you tonight."
Tye then leaned in and kissed slow and deep, letting taste myself on his tongue, then pulled back just far enough to grin.
His forehead rested against mine, both of us breathing hard. My legs still trembled, and the room slled like sex and the faint trace of his cologne.
"Hold that thought," he murmured. "Need to get you so water before I ruin you all over again."
He slid off the bed, his boxer doing nothing to hide how hard he still was, as left the room. When he came back he was holding a tall glass, condensation already beading on the sides. He sat on the edge of the bed and tipped it to my lips himself.
"Drink, princess."
The water was so cold it made my teeth ache, perfect after the heat still pulsing through me. I swallowed greedily, watching the way his throat worked when he took a sip after me.
A single drop escaped the corner of my mouth; he caught it with his thumb and sucked it clean while maintaining eye contact.
I set the glass on the nightstand and crooked a finger. "Co here."
He obeyed, stretching out beside . I pushed him onto his back and straddled his thighs, then reached for the cold glass.
I took another long drink, letting the ice clink against my teeth, then leaned down and kissed him. The cold water passed from my mouth to his and he groaned into it, his hands coming up to grip my waist.
I broke the kiss and trailed my chilled lips down his throat, over his collarbone, until I reached his chest. His nipples were already tight from the air and everything we’d done. I circled one with an ice-cold tongue and watched him jerk.
"Helena..."
I didn’t answer with words. I closed my mouth over the small peak and sucked hard. My fingers found the other nipple, pinching, rolling, and twisting just enough to sting sweetly.
Every ti I pinched, his hips would lift off the bed and his cock would rub against my stomach through the fabric. He was tense everywhere, breath coming in sharp bursts.
I took another sip of water, held it in my mouth, and slid lower. When I pulled his boxers down, his hard cock sprang free. I’m not good with sizes, but he was obviously way bigger than average size.
I let the cold water trickle from my lips onto his tip and he cursed, spreading his thigh wider. Then, with my tongue still cold from the water and my cheeks hollowed, I took his hardness in my mouth.
The contrast was obvious with my cold mouth on his warm skin. He let out a broken sound and reached for my hair, holding on without pushing.
I took him deeper, letting the cold lt into heat, swirling my tongue around the ridge, then pulling back to blow cool air over the wet skin. His abs clenched so hard I could count every ridge.
I kept one hand at the base, stroking slowly, while the other went back to his pinching, tugging, and twisting his nipple in ti with every bob of my head.
He started thrusting to et my movent, shallow at first, then harder, like he couldn’t help it. I let him; I wanted him to lose control. His grip on my face tightened as he took control and started fucking my mouth.
I could feel his tip hitting the back of my throat and I had to hold his thighs to keep myself from falling over.
"Fuck... Helena, your mouth..."
I humd around him; the cold water was long since vanished, leaving only suction and wet heat. His hips snapped faster. I pulled off just long enough to whisper, "I want it on ," then took him back in, deeper than before, relaxing my throat.
That was all it took.
He pulled out with a growl, his hand fisting his cock once, twice as he spilled his load.
The first hot stripe hit my cheek, the second my lips, and the rest painted my throat and breasts in thick pulses. I stayed on my knees between his thighs, chin tilted up, letting him mark me while he shuddered through it.
When he finally leaned back against the pillows, his chest heaving, he stared at , as if he couldn’t believe I was real.
He reached for with shaking hands, thumb saring his sen across my bottom lip.
"Fuck, Helena," he rasped. "You’re going to kill ."
I licked my thumb clean and smiled. "Not yet," I said. "We still have all night."
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