The taste of her sent his eyes rolling back in his head. Even sweeter, somehow, than she’d been an hour ago. He rolled his tongue over her clit, around it, savoring that little bud. Gabby’s fingers clenched the back of his head, and he could tell she was holding herself back, trying not to grind into him. He was going to take that control away from her before it was over. He vowed it to himself.

He licked slowly until she whimpered. He tapped, and she gasped and jerked. “Ohhh my God, Ian. Oh God.”

That was what he liked. To give her pleasure. That was what any man in the world ought to feel honored to do for the rest of his f**king life. He was so hard that he hurt, and he clutched his dick in his fist to try to assuage the ache, but he’d gladly suffer that to make her feel good. He sucked her into his mouth, and she lost her hard-fought restraint, circling her hips on his mouth as he used the index and middle finger of his free hand to pull her lips apart. She cried out, thrashing her head. As her thighs begin to clamp on his ears, he released her, resuming slow, leisurely sweeps of his tongue.

“No!” she cried, then groaned pitifully. “Ian, make me come, pleeeease make me come.”

“I will,” he said simply. He planted kisses all around her naked, intimate flesh, then slipped his tongue into her needy little entrance, where her flavor intensified by a thousand. Warm and sharp and salty-sweet.

Her arm slapped down hard on the counter top, and she struggled to spread her legs even wider. Oh f**k, she couldn’t get enough, and he couldn’t either. He had to release her to let his hand roam over her br**sts as they heaved with her harsh breathing, and he shoved his tongue deep, desperate for more of her essence.

Her hand drifted down toward her clit, and he had to abandon his exploration to grab her wrist and hold it away. She fought his grip to no avail, writhing desperately. She’d come when he was damn well ready for her to. Held captive to him mostly by the bonds of her own pleasure. He loved that. She couldn’t fight him but wouldn’t go anywhere even if she could.

Her movements subsided as she lapsed into helpless abandon, moaning, giving herself fully over to him.

“Baby,” he crooned into her damp recesses. “You’re so sweet.” He lifted his mouth and put it where she needed it. Somehow their hands became joined, and she squeezed the life out of his as he gave her one long sweep of his tongue. Then another.

“Please don’t stop,” she breathed. “Please. Don’t. Stop.”

It was amazing, he thought as he sucked her to a wild, bucking climax, that such a tiny part of the body could have such a devastating effect. As she came apart beautifully in his mouth, her fingers digging into the back of his skull, he didn’t let her go, fulfilling her first fantasy. He groaned against her and squeezed his dick, imagining being wrapped in that clenching channel that begged for him even now. When she finally descended from whatever heights she’d reached, she went boneless, and he had to catch her before she slid off onto the floor.

Chanting “Oh God,” repeatedly, she wrapped her arms around him and allowed him to lift her and carry her to the bedroom. He sat on the bed with her straddling him, draped over him, and waited for her to fully come back. It took some time, but he was no less hard and ready for her when she finally lifted her pretty, rosy face to his.

“That was…”

“I know.” Her juices were all over him. He knew. She kissed him, surely tasting herself. He flicked his tongue against hers, retreating when she chased it. Making her work.

“Tease,” she scolded. Her hand came between them, resting on his dick. “Mmm. Maybe it’s my turn.” As her fingers curled around him, she groaned, “Jesus, so big,” and dipped her head to bite his neck. Careful to avoid her tattoo, he caressed her arms and looked over her shoulder to the opposite wall, only a few feet from them. Yep, perfect.

“Look,” he whispered, tilting his chin in that direction. She turned, chuckled, then gazed back at him. “Well, that’s not fair,” she said of the full-length mirror casting their reflection at him. “You can see, but I can’t.”

He gave her a kiss on the tip of her nose. “Then turn around.”

Grinning excitedly, she swung her leg off and stood. Before she could reclaim her spot, though, he grabbed another condom and rolled it on. Gabby spread her legs over him and presented him with her perfect, bitable ass, and he took it in both hands, positioning it while his heart lurched in his throat at the thought of taking her again.

“Fuck me, Ian,” she whispered. With his thumbs, he spread her lips apart. She settled over the head of his c**k and slowly, slowly, so f**king slowly, dropped over him.

As the breath was ripped from his lungs, he looked up and saw her raptly watching them come together in the mirror, and he thought he might not ever be able to inhale again. He stretched her soft, tight tissues, shuddering as she enveloped him, firm as a fist but somehow still pliable. Still so slick and ready. If this was what a woman in her sexual prime was like, he might never go back to girls his own age again. She uttered a helpless, agonized “Mmmm” as he went deeper and deeper. He loved that sound. Finally, she sat flush with his groin, gloving him from tip to base. Heaven. He sank his teeth into her shoulder and palmed her br**sts in his hands, then rolled her pert ni**les between his fingers.

“Look at us,” she breathed, tilting her hips outward a bit. God, he didn’t know if he could. If he saw what they looked like right now, this might be over before it started. “Look,” she said again.

He looked. And a full-body shudder went through him.

She could be…a wanton f**king fertility goddess. Long, lean legs spread over his thighs. The thick base of his c**k stretching her pu**y wide where it disappeared into her body. Both of them wet and glistening. Her hair falling around her shoulders and br**sts, embracing her in its warm silk. Ian couldn’t resist letting one hand slip down her belly so he could touch where they met so intimately. He watched himself do it, then felt the reaction in the body connected with his.

“Pretty,” he murmured into her ear, circling her clit with the barest brush of his middle fingertip. It was still swollen, protruding, craving his touch. He wanted her so f**king satisfied when she left here that she didn’t even want to think about sex for, like, a year. As on fire as she was, though, it might take all night. She began to roll her hips against him, causing a slide that lit up his entire nervous system.

“Oh, Ian,” she groaned, and leaned to the right so she could tuck her left leg under, then to the left to do the same with the right. He supported her weight as she did so, but even that movement caused him to bite down on the inside of his cheek. Now she had more control, and he knew she wasn’t afraid to use it. However, her new position left her a little more unstable, so he held her fast against him.

He loved the feel of her naked ass pressed against the taut muscles of his belly. But hell, he loved everything about the feel of her. She lifted. He pulled downward. Both of them sighed. The mirror showed every inch of his thick shaft emerging, dusky and wet and engorged with need for her. She left him completely, her breathing fast, watching him bob upright in the empty air. “God, that’s hot,” she said huskily. “Seeing it. Wanting it. Knowing I can have it.” To demonstrate, she pushed down on him again.