His lips traveled down my neck, taking his time on me.
“Was that the equivalent of telling you to skate twenty laps as fast as you can?”
His warm laugh rattled my ear. “Something like that.”
He worshiped my breasts with his mouth, caressing, stroking, sucking. But he didn’t stay there as long as most men did. Strangely, that made me feel more seen and appreciated. My boobs are something of an attraction. Everyone’s always in a hurry to get their dick between them or stare at them blankly, but Mikey was dedicated to keeping the focus on me. Me as a whole, and not just me as a vessel for giant boobs.
“You are a fucking goddess, Jessalyn,” he cooed as he settled his shoulders under my legs. “You tell me if you like it harder or softer, okay? This ain’t about me. It’s about you feeling good. I want you to have exactly what you like.”
He kissed softly all around my slit, building the anticipation. I let out an unintentional whimper that made him look up at me with apology in his eyes, like he couldn’t believe he’d tortured me like that. He grasped my hand as his tongue sank into me, eyes going devilish. I rested back on the pillow, letting myself take in the sensation. A brief thought flashed through my mind of how much better he was than Cole, not just in skill, but in actually caring what I thought about what he was giving me. Wanting me to have whatIwanted. I rocked my hips, matching the work of his tongue to his pleased hum. A glance down showed him truly making love to me with his mouth, immersed in the experience. He gave a long suck, making my back pull taut like a bow. Then he went back in with soft side-to-side flicks. I felt impossibly turned on, a feeling bigger than most orgasms I’d had in the past, and this was just the build-up.
“Ben, Jockey, baby, it’s—” I broke off with a cry as my lower belly tingled and hollowed out. He gave and gave, nodding toencourage me. My words came out as a squeak because there was hardly any air in my lungs. “Just like that, baby, please, yes, I’m gonna—Ben!”
I made a sound that was downright pornographic, something I never imagined could actually come from my body as I released, little tears at the corners of my eyes and my ears ringing.
“I can’t, you made me, you did it,” I blurted as I came down, truly disbelieving. He continued lapping at me, long and light strokes with little kisses in between. I combed my fingers through his thick hair. He ran his tongue around his lips and wrinkled his nose in a gleeful grin.
“How was that for twenty laps?”
I laughed out loud. “I think you did it in under twenty, baby. Holy fuck.”
His precum wet my stomach as he crawled up to kiss me. His smiling eyes met mine. “You said my name when you came. You know what that makes you?”
I twisted my lips, knowing what he was getting at. “Nah, no way.”
“Yes way.”
“I’m a good girl for you?”
“You’re the best girl, Jessalyn.”
“I bet I could be even better,” I said, taking his cock in my hand. He put his head back.
“Wait just a second. I have an idea.” He grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed and put it on the floor in front of his closet mirror. “You game for the floor?”
I laughed. “We’re never gonna do it standard missionary, are we?”
“If I have my way, we’ll do ‘em all, Jessie Girl. Is that what you want? Standard?”
“I think I like your ideas better,” I said. I was genuinely thrilled, going from the most vanilla sex life to someone who actuallywanted to play like I did.
“Then get those sweet cheeks on over here.”
He stood by the mirror, reaching for me. I felt wanted down to my core, not just for my body, but like Ben wanted me. All of me. He wasn’t rushing, but he was still fervent somehow. Savoring. That’s the best word for it. Ben was savoring the experience, taking it all in with hyperaware senses. Our kisses were slow and drugging, a dance of teasing and sampling. I took my time dragging my mouth down his body, pinching his nipples, playing my fingers along the lines of his muscles.
I met his eyes as I knelt before him, admiration glowing in his gaze. I stroked his cock while I spoke. “You want this?”
“Anything you’re willing to give me, honey. I’ll give you anything you want, too,” he said with a grin and a thumb over my lips. “You look pretty on your knees like that.”
I couldn’t help but smile before sucking his thumb between my lips. It was so new to me to relish in sexuality with a partner who loved it as much as I did. I gladly took him into my mouth, his hand tangling in my hair and a sigh on his lips.
“So fucking good, Jessie,” he praised me. I alternated working him deeper into my throat and playing with the head, rewarded by little bursts of his precum. I’d always enjoyed turning men into putty that way, but it felt more gratifying to have someone appreciate it so deeply—and be so eager to give it back. I pulled off to speak but kept my hands moving on him.
“What did you have in mind with the blanket?”
He smirked. “Get on your tummy, baby.”
I did as he asked and he knelt behind me, kissing up my back.
