Page 31 of April’s Fool

I gasp as Fool’s tongue replaces his fingers, licking and tasting me with a hunger that makes my toes curl into the blankets. The sensation is overwhelming—nothing like I imagined. His mouth works magic on my most intimate place, and I feel myself climbing toward something I’ve never experienced.

“Beck, please,” I moan, my fingers tangling in his hair. “I need you.”

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Not yet, sweets. I want you to come first on my tongue.”

His words send a shiver through me. I feel myself tighten, the pressure building as his tongue circles that sensitive spot. My back arches off the blankets, and I cry out as the first wave of pleasure crashes through me. He doesn’t stop, drawing out my orgasm until I’m trembling beneath him.

When I finally collapse back onto the blankets, breathless and spent, Fool rises above me. His mouth glistens with the evidence of my orgasm. He doesn’t wipe it away as he comes over me, claiming my mouth.

I open for him without thinking and taste myself on his tongue, moaning at the intimacy of it all.

“Ready for me now?” Fool whispers against my lips, his voice rough with need. I feel the heat of his body, the weight of him pressing me into the blankets.

“Yes,” I breathe, my voice barely audible even to me. My heart pounds so hard I’m certain he must feel it against his chest.

“Are you on the pill?” he asks. The head of his cock glides through my slickness.

“Yes.” I nod.

“You good with me going bare? I’ve never fucked without one, but I don’t want any barriers between us.”

“Please, Beck,” I say, shifting my hips in response.

Fool slips between us, positioning himself at my entrance. I gasp as I feel him there, thick and hot against my sensitive flesh. He captures my lips in a kiss as he begins to push forward, slowly, so slowly that I feel every inch of him stretching me.

“Look at me,” he says softly as I close my eyes against the sensation. I force them open, meeting his dark gaze. “That’s it. Stay with me.”

The slight burn gives way to pleasure as he sinks deeper, breaking through the barrier, taking what’s now his, filling me completely. For a moment, neither of us move. I feel him throbbing inside me, feel the restraint in his body as he holds still, giving me time to adjust to his size.

“Okay?” he whispers. His voice is strained from the effort of not moving.

I nod silently, unable to speak. The intensity is overwhelming, yet not painful. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and he groans into my neck.

“Fuck, sweets,” he breathes, moving in slow, deliberate strokes that make me see stars. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through my body, building on what he’d already given me with his mouth.

I move with him, learning the rhythm of our bodies. His hands grip my hips, guiding me, showing me how to take him deeper. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt—intimate, primal, perfect.

“You feel so fucking good,” Fool murmurs against my skin. “Tight and wet around me.”

His words send heat flooding through me. I feel myself tighten around him, and Fool groans, his rhythm faltering for a moment.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he whispers, his voice rough against my ear. “Come for me again, baby.”

His hand slides between our bodies, finding that sensitive spot he worshipped with his mouth earlier. When his thumb circles it in time with his thrusts, I feel myself climbing again, the pressure building at my core.

“Beck,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure spirals through me. “I’m⁠—”

“I know, sweets. Let go,” he encourages, his pace quickening.

The orgasm crashes over me like a wave, stealing my breath and making me cry out his name. I clench around him, pulling him deeper as he continues to move through my release.

“Fuck, April,” Fool groans, his movements growing erratic. “You’re going to make me⁠—”

He buries his face in my neck, his thrusts jerking once, twice, before he spills inside me with a guttural moan that vibrates against my skin. The warmth of his release fills me, and I hold him close as we both shudder through the aftermath.

For several moments, we remain locked together, our breathing gradually slowing. Fool’s weight presses me into the blankets, but I welcome it, running my fingers through his hair as he plants soft kisses along my collarbone.

“You okay?” he asks, lifting his head to meet my gaze.