Page 85 of Hell and High Water

His gravelly moan tells me everything I need to know. And it vibrates straight into my core, driving me wild.

My hips roil to the sensation, bucking back against his face. Tell rolls with it, his kiss never leaving the pinnacle of my need. He’s a drumbeat, thrumming like a pulse in my core, his fingers slipping in and out in a flurry of swirling ecstasy.

I slurp him down again, this time easing him into my throat, accommodating the full scope of his prowess. Tell is so fucking long, but I manage to take every inch of him at this angle, the curve of his manhood arching over my tongue and down, down, down.

It takes every bit of control I have to keep him there before sumptuously raising my head, pulling with my lips and sucking lightly all the way to the crown. My lips pop as he slips out, giving me time to breathe.

“Hella!” His voice is muffled by my writhing ass and thighs, locked around his head.

I don’t want to crush him, but I can't help myself. My hips have a mind of their own, seesawing back and forth over him.

And bless that man because it actually sends him into a frenzy, his tongue batting with mind-numbing speed across my clit, keeping the pressure so light, like a feather touch.

“That’s going to fucking destroy me!” I grit out, working both hands up and down along him.

Tell can only growl his delight beneath me, doubling down with another finger into my depths, angling to press down into me.

My head drops again, bobbing up and down to match his pace.

Deeper and deeper, I take him into my mouth, losing all sense of myself, where he ends and I begin.

My brain turns to pure electric current as my orgasm builds, a rise that I can see on the horizon and rocketing toward me.

I'm moaning deep in my throat around the swelling girth of his dick, sensations running up my spine and down my legs, leaving me trembling.

Tell’s hips start to buck just as I start to gyrate mine, cresting to the beat of his fingers and his tongue sucking steadily on my apex. Somehow, he manages to find my breast with his other hand, caressing my nipple, another stimulus shocking my system with bliss.

Both hands and my mouth are furiously taking him again and again in a succulent succession of slick swallows, eagerly awaiting what I know is coming soon. The room buzzes with our fever pitch, our cries intertwining in a sweet harmony of desire.

My throat opens to him, fully, relaxing to let him fuck my mouth fully as his hand slaps against my ass in rapid beats, driving his fingers with perfect aim right onto my inner target, shooting bolts of pleasure through me each time, each one growing more intense and more pronounced.

There’s no way I’ll last another minute.

My thighs clamp down around him, the only real warning I can give with my mouth full, every instinct focused on his length, fixated on sending him over the edge with me.

The gentle jackhammering of his fingers radiates into a full, lower body thrum as my release becomes imminent. Initial waves thunder up my back, out to my fingertips.

Our moans pitch up into a singing cry as he starts to throb, overwhelming me, pumping into my throat, gushing with molten hot love that I gulp down hungrily, shaking from head to toe as I crack apart and shatter into his mouth.

I’m still bobbing, his tongue still fluttering as we soar over the edge together, falling, falling, falling.

Both of our legs begin to shake with overstimulation as we ride out the aftershocks, a shuddering laugh escaping his lips as his head drops back onto the bed. I gasp as I release Tell’s shaft and slump to the side, clutching his legs in a cozy embrace for a few moments before we can move again.

A weary crawl and repositioning and we’re sprawled out, my arm draped across his abs as his fingers trace shapes down my sides, tingling into chills and shivers.

“How was dessert?” I whisper, rubbing my face along the smooth expanse of his chest.

“That was the best sundae I’ve ever had,” Tell murmurs into my hair.

A snort slips out of my mouth. “Really? That’s the best you got?”

“You’re the best I’ve got, so what else could compare?”

“Good save.”

He’s warm and firm, but so comfy under me that I feel myself drifting, fading into luxurious sleep. The perfect pillow. His heartbeat is the perfect lull to send me sailing into slumber.

That tipsy aura tingles on the edge of my perception just before everything winks out.

---