"Yes," he says, the single word coming out with a need I also feel right in the center of me.
"Do you want me to come down your throat instead of inside of you?"
I blink, unsure of how to answer. I've never been given options before.
"If you wrap that pretty mouth around my cock, Juliet, I'll come in seconds."
The idea that I could make him lose himself that quickly does have some appeal, but not feeling him inside of me leaves a shadow of disappointment clinging to me.
"I want to taste you," I tell him, swallowing when he steps closer. "But I also want to feel you inside of me."
I watch his hand tighten at the base of him as if only my words have the power to make him explode.
"You drive a hard bargain," he says, taking another step forward. "One taste, baby. Just one."
He steps in front of me, and I immediately put my hands on his outer thighs, waiting for him to get close enough for my tongue to swipe out at him.
His cock is an inch from my mouth when he pulls it back.
"One taste. Promise."
"I promise," I say as I look up at him.
Dampness meets my lips, but I don't pull my eyes from him. I open my mouth, leaning forward a few inches before closing my lips over the tip of his cock. I suck, pulling my head back as I do, and almost break my promise when his mouth falls open and his eyes grow a little glassy.
I pull my mouth away, licking at the taste of him left behind on my lips.
"Fuck, baby. That was so good. How do I taste?"
"Perfect," I whisper, my body shifting slightly on the bed because my need for his attention is almost unbearable.
"Show me," he says, leaning over with his hands at my hips, lips an inch away from mine.
I press a kiss to his lips, surprised when he sweeps his tongue against them, urging me to open.
He moans as our tongues tangle, one hand lifting to cup the back of my neck.
The kiss ends much too quickly, and I almost complain about it, but he somehow scoops a hand under my hip, easily moving me further up the bed.
"Now, where was I?" he asks as his lips trail down my neck, the same suck and nip to my breast like before, before he works a trail of kisses down my stomach. "Ah, yes."
This time, he pulls my panties completely off, tossing them aside before settling between my legs. The warmth of his breath on such sensitive skin feels otherworldly, and I fight the urge to lift my hips to reduce the time it takes for him to put his mouth back on me.
The first swipe of his tongue makes me jolt, but the fingers I have tangled in his hair must tell him that I wasn't acting in a way that means he should stop because he wraps his lips around my clit the same way he did my nipple and draws it into his mouth.
I see stars, literal bursts of colors in my vision.
I yelp in pleasure, the fingers of one hand gripping his hair to the point I know it can't feel good, and the other hand gripping his bedspread.
He urges my left leg up, resting it over his shoulder, and the change in position is everything. The tingle that I've only ever felt from my own attention starts low in my belly, and I know it's going to be nothing like the orgasms I've given myself.
"This okay?" he asks as he presses the tip of one finger at my entrance.
"God yes," I pant. "Please."
He presses forward, my back arching again.
"Jesus, baby. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me."