He reached up to tilt her head down and stretched his neck slightly to take her mouth in the way they both loved. She was eager with her lips and tongue. Heath usually made it a point to keep her kisses slow and leisurely but as the heat of his growing arousal sharpened his need for her to the point of desperation, he couldn't slow the movements of his own mouth, too eager to devour as much of her as he could manage.
"Heath," she panted when she pulled her head back. She gripped his face to make him look at her. "You can have me however you want me."
The words hit him like a bucket of ice water. He didn't want to ruin the moment by asking her if she was sure, but at the same time, it was important that he was absolutely certain she was absolutely certain as he was determined never to hurt her or make her feel uncomfortable.
His hesitation and uncertainty must have been plain on his face because she leaned in again and kissed him tenderly.
"I'm sure," she whispered, a reply to his unasked question. "I want you to have me. I trust you."
At her words, he held her tight as he maneuvered himself to his knees and flipped her onto her back. Surprise filled her eyes as she wasn't expecting the sudden move, but she gazed up at him, her beautiful breasts moving quickly with her increased breaths, and she watched with wide eyes as he pulled off his sweatpants and shucked his socks, leaving him in only his boxer briefs. He loomed over her and thought about how very small she looked lying underneath him and how big he must look to her hovering over her. He leaned down to take her lips in his as he thrust his hardness right up against her, grinding into her right between her legs, and she squealed into his mouth at the sensation, clutching at him and digging her nails into his broad shoulders again. Her knees drew up to her ribs before wrapping around his waist to hold him tight against her.
They stayed like that for a long time, mouths fused together as he ground his increasing arousal into her hot core. Finally he gently broke the hold of her legs and pulled his mouth away. She was panting hard and he reached for the waistband of her thong and pulled it over her hips, down her legs. He pulled them apart again at the ankle and kissed his way upward, alternating between each leg, until he settled himself between her thighs. She knew what was coming but her breath hitched with anticipation anyway and she watched him with wide brown eyes. He kissed and suckled at the insides of each thigh, licking the crease of joint where her thighs connected to her pelvis, making her jump at the sensation, until finally his tongue brushed lightly over her center and she moaned aloud at the sensation that the slight touch provided. He paused, breathing on the moisture he'd just made, giving her a moment to collect herself, and then he lapped against her, scooping her flesh into his mouth like he was eating the sweetest of fruits. She squealed and moaned at the sensation as his tongue moved all over her center, into it, taking mouthfuls of her wet, twitching flesh like it was his last meal.
He'd enjoyed her taste previously but tonight it was slightly different; it was richer, sweeter. It was heady and intoxicating and though he usually enjoyed slowly teasing her orgasms out of her, her taste was too sweet, too delicious for him to curb his greediness as his mouth took her, over and over, until he snapped back to the present and realized she had been building an intense orgasm and judging by the way her hard little pearl was growing harder and swelling up against his tongue, it was about to burst out of her at any moment.
And then it did, literally, a gush of her sweet fluid rushing out of her and into his mouth, tasting like the heavy syrup from a can of peaches. She keened out a hoarse, shaky moan, her hips bucking. He held them in place as he lapped up all of her sweet syrup from her velvety folds, the insides of her thighs, making sure not one drop went to waste as her body convulsed through the aftershocks. When he'd gotten it all, he moved back up her body to hover his mouth over hers and she tilted her head up to meet his and immediately accepted his tongue deep in her mouth the way it had been buried deep in her core only a few moments earlier.
His arousal strained, and he felt like he was harder than he'd ever been in his entire life. It ached a little and he knew he couldn't wait much longer. As though she read his mind, he felt her toes wedge into the waistband of his boxer briefs and maneuver them down over his hips until he could shake them the rest of the way off his legs. He reached down to touch her and felt like he might come just from knowing, from feeling, how amazingly wet she was now. He took himself in hand and slid his tip along her wet folds, pushing ever so slightly here and there to find the sweetest of the sweet spots that would yield to him to let him push through and settle into her even sweeter depths.