Ready

Chapter 32 - Ready

Torin’s mouth left hers and traveled lower, dragging open kisses down the column of her throat. He had already cupped the full breast in his hand, lifting the heavy, warm weight into his palm; now he closed his lips around the tight, peaked nipple. He sucked—slow at first, almost reverent, then harder—drawing the sensitive peak deep into the wet heat of his mouth while his tongue circled and flicked, rough and insistent. Alisha’s head fell back against the couch, eyes fluttering shut. A low, broken moan slipped from her throat, raw and unguarded.

“Ahh… Torin…”

He switched to the other breast without pause, sucking the second nipple with the same deliberate, greedy pressure. His teeth grazed the tight flesh just enough to make her hips shift restlessly against him. Her hands moved between their bodies, finding the hard, thick line of his cock straining through his pants.

She rubbed along the rigid length, feeling the heat of him even through the fabric, then worked the button and zipper open with impatient fingers. Her hand slipped inside, wrapping around the hot, solid shaft. She stroked him once, twice—slow, firm pulls—feeling him throb hard against her palm, already slick at the tip.

Torin groaned against her breast, the sound vibrating through her skin. He pulled back only long enough to shove his pants and underwear down in one rough motion. His cock sprang free—thick, flushed dark, already leaking a clear bead at the tip. Alisha’s eyes dropped to it, pupils blown. She pushed his remaining clothes off completely until he stood naked in front of her; every rough bump on his belly was bare under the low light.

He took her hand, fingers threading through hers, and led her down the short hall into the bedroom. The mattress dipped under their combined weight as they fell onto it in a tangle of limbs. Alisha didn’t wait. She pushed him onto his back with both hands, climbed between his spread thighs, and wrapped her fingers tightly around the thick base of his cock. Then she lowered her head and took him into her mouth.

Her lips stretched wide around the swollen head. She sank slowly, tongue pressing flat along the sensitive underside, until more than half of him disappeared into the wet heat of her mouth. She pulled back with a slick, wet slide, then went down again, sucking harder this time, one hand stroking the remaining length her mouth couldn’t take.

The soft, rhythmic sound of her mouth working him—wet and filthy—filled the quiet room. Torin’s hand settled in her hair, not forcing, just resting there as his hips gave small, involuntary thrusts upward into the tight, wet heat of her mouth.

“Fuck… Alisha…”

She kept going—long, slow sucks that dragged every inch of him through the tight heat of her mouth, mixed with faster, wetter ones that made spit slick down his shaft in shiny trails. Her free hand cupped and gently squeezed his balls, rolling the heavy weight in her palm while her tongue worked the underside of his cock. Only when his breathing turned rough and ragged did she pull off with a soft, wet pop and look up at him, lips shiny and swollen, eyes dark with need.

Torin sat up in one sharp movement, rolled her onto her back, and pushed her thighs apart with firm hands. He settled between them, broad shoulders spreading her legs wider until she was completely open to him. For a long moment he just looked—pink, already wet, the soft folds glistening under the low light, her clit swollen and waiting. Then he lowered his head and dragged his tongue through her in one long, slow, filthy lick from bottom to top, tasting every drop of her.

Alisha’s back arched hard off the mattress. A sharp, broken moan tore out of her throat.

He did it again, even slower this time, savoring the way she trembled, then focused on her clit—circling it with the tip of his tongue in tight, deliberate strokes before sealing his lips around the sensitive peak and sucking. Two thick fingers slid into her easily, curling upward against that spot inside her while he licked and sucked without mercy. Her thighs trembled violently against his shoulders. Her hands fisted hard in the sheets, knuckles white. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working her and the soft, desperate noises she made mixed together in the dark bedroom until the air itself felt thick with it.

“Torin—ah—don’t stop—”

He didn’t. He licked deeper, burying his tongue inside her, fucking her slowly with his thick fingers while he sucked her clit hard and relentlessly. Her hips started rocking against his face in desperate little rolls, chasing every stroke of his tongue, every curl of his fingers. Only when her moans turned high and shaky—almost broken—did he finally lift his head, wipe his glistening mouth with the back of his hand, and climb up over her.

He settled between her open thighs, the thick, flushed head of his cock resting heavily against her entrance, slick from her mouth and her own wetness. He braced himself on one forearm, looking down at her flushed face, her full breasts rising and falling hard with every uneven breath, nipples still tight and shiny from his earlier attention.

Alisha’s hands slid down the strong line of his back, then lower, gripping the firm muscle of his ass as if she could pull him inside by force alone.

Torin rolled his hips once—slow, deliberate—letting the broad head of his cock drag through her soaked folds, coating himself in her, lining himself up perfectly. Right at the entrance. Ready to push inside.

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