Yes. With a gasp, she threw her head back and pressed her hips down, seeking hiserection.
She let herself ride himuntil she was sticky and aching for more contact, but she’d been on amission.
Her mouth,hisbody.
His mouth had distracted her, and he wasn’t complaining, but she hadaplan.
Operation Blow Job on aMountaintop.
Bit of a mouthful, she thought to herself as she pushed herself down his body. Then she giggled. It wouldbesoon.
“What’s so funny?” He asked as shepushed his t-shirtup.
“Never you mind.” She kissed the ridges of his abs, then lower, tracing his treasure trail to the waistband of his cargoshorts.
She remembered how good it had felt earlier when he unzipped her, and she did the same, taking her time with the button, then the fly, letting her fingers accidentally-on-purpose brush against the erection that tented those boxerbriefs she’d seen him pull on just beforelunch.
Sitting back on her heels between his spread legs, she admired the cotton bulge that protruded up from the open vee of his fly, his shorts slack aroundhiships.
He was her prisoner, her big, handsome and very willingcaptive.
His eyelids hooded his gaze as he looked down his body at her. Or maybe he wasn’t any kind ofprisoner.
He’d taken control last year. And on the phone. Always dominant, always inchange.
He licked his lips. “Come on, Priya.” His mouth curved into a filthy, playful smile. “Your turn. Put your mouthonme.”
Heat slammed through her as she scrambled for his waistband. Yes, she wanted that. Him in her mouth, his bossy words in her ears as she gave himpleasure.
She’d hadhim in her hand last year. They’d fumbled together at first, hands inside clothes, and then he’d wrapped his big plaid shirt around her and promised she could pretend it was a dress if they needed to disentangle in ahurry.
She’d never stripped out of shorts so fast in herentirelife.
Today would probably match that record when it got to beherturn.
But first…she loweredher head, breathing in her first scent of his unique, masculine aroma. Warm skin, faint soap, and as she licked his crown, a burst of musk on her tongue that she would swear she could smell as well—and shelovedit.
Grady.
At his urging, she took more of him into her mouth, stroking her hand up and down his length in time with the bobs of her head. His entire body surged each timeshe swallowed around him. Pre-come and saliva slicked her fist, letting her fingers glide faster and faster over hiserection.
Big, heavy, hard. Each thrust of his hips reminded her of how good it had felt to have him press into her, to take up that space inherbody.
She’d set some stupid parameters that night. Just once, get it out of theirsystem.
Now she was on her kneesfor him, gobbling up his cock because she hadn’t had this before, and shewantedit.
Not just once. She wanted him, so much itscaredher.
How could two people click nearly perfectly in such a brief periodoftime?
That wasn’t how things were supposedtogo.
“God, Priya, yourmouth…yes…”
She licked her way around the wide, flared crown, then bobbed her head again.Faster. Harder sucks. She wanted to make him come. Faster, faster, harder. “Come on,” she gasped as she jerked him against her lips. “Come in my mouth,Grady.”
He groaned deep in his chest, a wounded howl, and bucked his hips throughherhand.
