Chapter 78
His crown was immersed in hot, wet suction and his eyes flew open. She took him deeper into her mouth, fisting his base, and he couldn't drag air into his lungs. Tongue swirling, lapping. Cheeks hollowing. Hand pumping. He groaned from a place so deep in his gut his ribs rattled.
Her name shoved from his lips in a hoarse, long-winded exhale. "So good, anim."
He wanted his hands in her hair, needed to thrust, but he curled his fingers on the tile and locked his legs instead. She never paused or slowed, but when she hummed around his shaft, he lost it. Sensation after sensation flew at him, through him. Blinding heat. Raw desperation. Tension coiled in his back and surged up his spine.
"I'm there." His brows pinched as his mouth opened wide. "Amy, I'm..."
Erupting. From the inside out.