He holds me in place with his palm.
I take him deeper.
Deeper.
Fuck.
I swallow to relax my throat.
When I can't take him anymore, I wrap my hand around him. Then I pull back.
I do it again. A little faster.
I run my mouth over him slowly. So I can savor every inch.
Then again.
Again.
Until he's shuddering and tugging at my hair.
Then I do it faster. Faster.
There—
He lets out a low, deep groan. "Ariel."
My sex clenches. I love the way he says my name. I love that I'm the one driving him out of his mind. I love every fucking thing about this.
I work him with that same speed.
He presses his palm into the back of my head, urging me on.
My body buzzes.
I need this.
Need him.
Need his bliss filling me.
I let him lead. Let him drive my mouth over him. Drive himself deeper.
"Fuck." He reaches for my shoulder. Tugs at the strap of my tank top. "Princess—"
I keep going.
"Fuck, I'm gonna…" He tugs at my shoulders, telling me to stand, to stop.
I should follow orders. I should be a good girl. God, even the sound of it makes my sex ache.
But I want to make him come like this.
I want to taste him like this.
I don't stop.
I keep going. Keep driving him deeper and deeper.