Page 9 of Crawl for Me

With me.

Her knees sink into the mattress, weight dragging the springs down until she’s straddling me, knees bracketing my hips, bare skin burning straight through my boxers. Hot wetness soaks through the material, and it punches the air out of my chest like a blow.

My hands fist the sheets tight as she grinds down slow, rolling once over my cock. My back arches off the bed, a strangled sound ripping from my throat.

She leans down, her mouth grazing my jaw in hot, open-mouthed kisses. Her chest shudders against mine as she pries one of my fists loose and presses it to her bare skin.

Her breath ghosts against my ear. “Do you have protection?”

Fuck.

Fuck, no.

My stomach drops, panic and shame tangling with the ache between my legs.

“Shit,” I gasp. “No, fuck, no, I don’t.”

She straightens, grinding harder, a soft moan spilling from her mouth that has me almost coming right there and then. Then she tilts her head, lips parted. “That’s a shame,” she says on a breath.

She starts to move off me, and the absence is immediate. Ice-cold panic floods through my veins and my hands shoot to her thighs before I can even think, clamping down, dragging a gasp from her.

“No. Don’t stop. Please.” My voice trembles around the words. “Take it, Sable. Take whatever you want. I can’t give you that, but I’ll still give you everything I can.”

Her brow cocks as she looks down at me. “Everything?”

I nod frantically. “Everything. Just—take it. Whatever you want, you can have it.”

Something dark flickers in her eyes as she shifts, and for a heartbeat I don’t understand what she’s doing. But then she climbs higher, knees resting over my shoulders, her heat pressing closer, closer, closer, until—fuck.

My eyes go wide. My heart stops. My cock kicks in my boxers.

She’s straddling my face.

Holy fuck.

She settles and sinks onto my mouth, naked and bare against my lips and tongue with nothing between us, and every thought detonates. I groan into her, hands flying to grip her thighs to anchor myself. My tongue surges up, greedy and frantic, sliding through her wetness in one desperate stroke.

Her hips roll once against my mouth and she gasps.

I can’t breathe, can’t think. My nails dig hard into her flesh as I drag her down harder, tongue fucking into her, nose pressed against her clit, smother myself, begging wordlessly with every lick—don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.

A broken groan leaks out of me, muffled into her heat, the word please slipping out before I can choke it back.

Her voice cracks above me. “Oh my God—fuck—Noah⁠—”

The sound jolts straight through me, sending me bucking up helplessly into the air, cock leaking through soaked cotton, but I don’t care. She grinds down harder, using me, and I let her—God, I want her to use me. She’s wet everywhere, dripping down my chin, coating me, and it’s all I fucking want. I can’t stop moaning, can’t stop shaking as I suck and lick at her with feral need.

Her breath comes harsher, hands tangling in my hair. “Fuck—you’re good at that,” she gasps. “Oh my God—that’s it, yes—good boy—fuck⁠—”

The praise detonates through me like gasoline on open flame. I arch, eyes screwed shut, tongue sliding frantic patterns, desperate to make her unravel. Fuck. That was so hot. I need to hear it again. I need to earn it.

Please let me give this to you. Please don’t stop.

But she lifts.

Air crashes back into my lungs in a panic as she slips from my mouth. I gasp, hands flying to her ass, desperate to drag her back down, nails digging in. “No—don’t—please⁠—”

Her hands close around my wrists, prying me off. “Patience,” she murmurs.