He could have devoured her like his, he was so intoxicated by the taste of her, the delectable smell that was all hers, the way she writhed underneath his touch as his tongue teased and flicked, stoked the fires of her body to obey his whim. His free hand moved underneath her to cup the soft globe of an ass cheek so that he could lift her closer and hold her in place. Feeling the way her body gave underneath his ministrations, the thrust and stroke of his fingers inside of her became more precise in the way they rubbed against the patch of nerves inside her tight channel – and didn't give even as he felt her first convulsions tightening around his pair of digits. Instead, his groan vibrated against her honeyed lips and around her clit as she lost herself to her orgasm. The sound of her voice was music in his ears as she made her declaration and the hot rush of her liquid was lapped up by his tongue.<br/><br/>The devil in him wanted to keep going even as her frantic movements subsided into labored breathing underneath him. Instead he smiled and trailed his tongue one last, teasing time between her lips and tilted his head up to study her. Withdrawing his fingers, he did let the devil's smile curl his lips as he popped the two fingers in his mouth to suck them clean of her taste. Shaking his head, he snatched her thighs and thrust them apart, keeping her slick womanhood exposed as he crept back up her body to land a kiss on her mouth. Teeth hooking against her plush lower lip, he tugged as the tip of him nudged against her opening.<br/><br/>He teased her still by rocking his hips back and forth just so – so that it was only his head that penetrated the core of her. And then an inch. And then he withdrew again to drag his length against her. It was true that he wanted to drag this one out, except the next time he thrust forward, he pushed himself inside her right to the hilt so that she felt every inch of him on all sides. He lingered there, throbbing, as he growled against her mouth.<br/><br/>“You're going to be mine.”<br/><br/>Except wasn't what he meant to say,<i>You're already mine</i>. The man ground his hips forward again so that the tip of him nudged up against her cervix. Shuddering, he tightened his hold and slid his hands to her hips to grip and pull her up as he dragged himself back out, only to thrust forward again. Faster. With more deliberation. He started up a rhythm this way. He thrust in fast, only for her to feel the pull of his withdrawal.<br/><br/>Bowing his head, he nipped and suckled his way down her jaw and to her neck, this thrusts becoming less and less a controlled motion as he lost himself – for the second time that night – inside her body.<br/><br/>Until it was him that writhed over her in the heat of the moment as he thrust that one, deep, final time; he rooted himself inside her as he came with his lips locked around her neck and his cry muffled against her neck. He barely caught himself as his body weakened over her, and sweat-slicked, he rolled both himself and her off to the side.<br/><br/>“We're going to share,” he finally panted, his arms coming around her to drag her against his chest. “OK? We're going to share whatever happens,” he murmured as he kissed her lips and met her eyes.