"Hey. Look at me."
She opens her eyes. Still wet.
"You are the prettiest thing I have ever seen in my whole life."
Her mouth wobbles.
"I mean it. Every inch of you. Top to bottom. That face. These breasts. This belly. These thighs." I run my hands down the outside of her thighs. Squeeze. "These thighs alone are gonna ruin me. I want you to lie back. I want you to put your hands above your head. And I want you to let me see you."
"Luke."
"Trust me."
She lifts her hands above her head. Slow. Lays them on the pillow.
"Good fucking girl."
Her hips twitch. So does my dick.
I take my time. I look at her like I have all night, because I do, and I tell her every piece. Her mouth. Her throat. The line of her arms. The curve of her tits. The dip of her waist. The flare of her hips. The dark trim of hair between her thighs that's already wet at the seam. I run a knuckle up the inside of her thigh and watch her shiver.
"Open your knees for me."
She does.
"Wider."
She does that too.
"Fuck."
She is glistening pink, and her clit is already swollen, peeking out of its hood, and her thighs are trembling. I'm going to lose my mind before I get my mouth on her.
"You're gorgeous like this. You know that? Spread out for me. Wet for me already. I haven't even touched you yet, Sweetheart."
"Then touch me."
"As you wish, baby."
I lie down between her thighs. Drape one of her legs over my shoulder. Kiss the inside of her knee. Kiss up. Kiss the soft place where her thigh meets her hip and feel her pulse there. Kiss the mound. Breathe on her.
She whimpers.
"Eyes on me, Anna."
She lifts her head off the pillow.
I drag the flat of my tongue up the length of her in one long, slow stroke.
"Oh, my God."
"Mm."
I do it again. Slower. From the tight pucker of her ass up the seam of her, over the slick of her entrance, all the way up to her clit. I close my mouth around her clit and suck, soft, just enough.
She cries out. Both hands fly down and fist in my hair.
"That's it. Pull it. Hold on to me. I'm not going anywhere."