Worship her

[th****]

As he laid her down, Candy braced against him and rolled them gently so she was on top now. Her hair cascaded around them like a curtain as she leaned down to kiss him again, and her fingers drifted down to stroke him—slow, smooth, deliberate.

He was already hard again, aching.

She looked into his eyes, whispered, “Let me take care of you.”

And then she slid down his body, her lips trailing heat across his skin.

She took him in her mouth slowly, deliberately, moaning softly as she tasted him.

John groaned, one hand in her hair, the other fisted in the pillow.

She paused at the tip, letting her lips close gently around him, tongue flicking beneath. Then she slid down further, deeper, wrapping him in the warmest, slickest embrace—mimicking the soft rhythm of being inside her.

She used her mouth like it was her pussy—tight and warm, soft at first, just the head, teasing him with little sucks and the velvet flick of her tongue.

Then she took him deeper, not all the way, just enough to make him feel it—then slowly eased back, lips gliding smooth, suction perfect.

Her rhythm built gradually—like waves. More suction. Then a little more throat. Then the back of her tongue, brushing his tip in ways he didn’t know could feel so good.

John cursed under his breath. "Fuck… Candy…"

His hips arched just slightly, trying not to thrust, trying not to take control. His hands stayed gentle, barely resting on her head, as if scared to interrupt the divine rhythm of her giving.

She moaned around him and that vibration made him nearly come undone.

His voice dropped to a whisper. “Jesus Christ… don’t stop…”

Candy didn’t.

She hollowed her cheeks just a little more, played with pressure, gliding and licking, then slowly pulled back—just to breathe—before taking him again.

He was completely lost.

“Goddamn,” he whispered, barely holding on.

She looked up, eyes glinting, her mouth still wrapped around him.

And he knew—he would never forget this.

Never forget her.

Never want anyone else.

[Li****]

Beautifully written 🥵

[th****]

I have a very vivid imagination.