Page 99 of After All This Time

I drag my mouth down her jaw, finding that sweet spot on her throat that makes her breath catch.

Her fingers twist in my hair, nails raking my scalp in a way that tears a growl from deep in my chest and drags my mouth back to hers, her kiss turning frantic.

"Can I touch you, Firefly?" I whisper, and when she nods, my hands slowly slide up her thighs. My fingers find the delicate lace at her hips, and I hook them under the fabric.

I step back just enough to drag her panties down her legs, tucking them into my pocket before pushing her dress up around her waist, and the sight of her bare makes my mouth go dry.

Usually, I'd drop to my knees and be face-deep in pussy as soon as the panties were off, but not tonight. Tonight, I need to watch her come undone—memorize the way those lashes flutter when she's close, how her moans get higher when she's about to come, the way she trembles when I hit just the right spot. All of it is mine to claim, mine to keep.

My hands glide over her skin, tracing slow, deliberate patterns on her inner thighs. The closer I get to where I know she needs me, the tighter my chest feels—like her pleasure is tied to every beat of my heart. When my fingers finally brush against her,her perfect lips part with a silent gasp that nearly shatters me. I slam my mouth onto hers, swallowing every desperate sound she makes as my thumb begins slow, torturous circles over her clit.

When I slide a finger inside her, the groan she lets out fucking wrecks me.

She's this wet for me.

"You're so beautiful, Amelia," I breathe out, yet the words don't feel like they're enough for what I'm trying to say—that she's everything. This moment is everything, and I've never wanted anyone the way I want her.

Raw instinct takes over, and I drop to my knees. My hands push her thighs wider, spreading her open for me as I look up at her, ready to worship her the way she deserves.

"Please, Tobias." I bite down on the soft skin of her inner thigh, marking her while my thumb continues its slow torture of her clit. "I need…" Her words dissolve into a gasp as my tongue moves closer to her center.

"Tell me you want my mouth on your pussy. I need to hear you say it."

I need to know she's as desperate for this as I am.

"I need it. I need your mouth."

Our eyes meet, and something fundamental shifts in my universe because nothing has ever felt this right.

"Hold on, Firefly."

I wrap my arms around her thighs and drag her to the edge of the table, positioning her exactly where I want her. Her scent hits me like a drug, and when I breathe her in, it floods my system until I'm high on her. One soft kiss against her clit, and my whole world narrows to the sight of her pussy pulsing in response, showing me how tightly she's wound.

She bucks against my mouth, her fingers white-knuckling the edge of the table. Every sound spilling from her lips drives me wild, and I already know I'll never get enough of her like this.

"Keep your eyes on me while I eat your pussy, baby. I need you to see how much I fucking love it."

I flatten my tongue, dragging it slowly over her swollen flesh, learning what makes her breath catch and what makes her thighs tremble. I can feel how badly she wants to let go, to grind herself against my face until she comes, but something's holding her back, making her fight against what her body's begging for.

"Wrap your legs around my neck and let your body move. My tongue's made for you, baby, so fucking use it."

I lower my hand to grip my cock through my jeans, seeking any relief from the painful ache of wanting her.

Fuck it.

Fumbling with my zipper one-handed, I free my cock from my pants and start to stroke myself.

"God, yes." Her moan cuts through me, and I nearly lose it right there.

The second I suck her clit into my mouth, her entire body arches off the table, grinding against me as she falls apart. Her fingers claw into my hair, pulling hard, while her thighs clamp around my head, holding me in place as she rides out her orgasm. I'm so close I can feel my release building, my hand working faster as I fist myself, but I force myself to stop. This isn't about me—not yet. Tucking myself away, I stand on shaky legs, my chest heaving as I take her in—flushed, breathless, and completely undone. The only thing I can think about is kissing herbecause as much as I need to come, I need her lips more.

She opens for me, and I fuck her greedy mouth with my tongue, making her taste how wet her pussy gets when it comes for me. When she pulls back, our eyes meet, and the world around us fades to nothing. That's when I feel it—a piece of myself slipping into her, a part of me I'll never get back and wouldn't take back even if she begged.

"My turn to taste you."

There are a thousand ways I want her—bent over this table, pressed against the wall, spread out beneath me—but right now, all I can think about is watching those perfect lips stretch around my dick.

"Lie back on the table, head over the edge, and don't even think about pulling your dress down."

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