Her eyes widen and her hands press softly against my stomach.
“My father abandoned my mother, when I was a kid my mother loved to bake cookies, and I lived in ten different cities throughout my childhood.”
I could see in her eyes which one was the lie. If I was a fair man I would’ve chosen the one I knew was a truth just to let her win a little.
I’m not a fair man.
“Your mother making cookies.” I don’t even finish the sentence before I’m easing the light-colored, button-up blouse she wore for our date up and over her head. I toss it onto the same couch my shirt now haphazardly hangs from.
“You lived in ten different cities growing up?”
“At least,” she replies just above a whisper. “I stopped counting after ten.”
Lowering my head, I drop a kiss to her bare shoulder. The skin there is silky and smooth, just like the rest of her body. I drop my hands to her waist.
“Your turn.”
“I want a lot of kids, I want to retire as a firefighter in my sixties, and I wantyouin my bed now,” I growl, picking her up underneath her thighs, forcing her legs to wrap around my waist as I stalk off down the hallway to my bedroom.
When she nips my bottom lip with her teeth, a growl escapes my lips. “You want me in your bed, that’s the lie,” she says, grinning as I kick open the bedroom door.
“Trick scenario. All three are the truth,” I tell her right before covering her lips with mine.
****
Janine
His words aren’t given enough time to process before the feeling of his warm tongue licking the roof of my mouth takes over all of my ability to think. Needing to get as close to his body as possible, I tighten my arms around his shoulders.
I feel our bodies lower as Emanuel drops us to his low sitting bed. I am pushed back against the comforter of the bed, but I continue to hold onto his body, not wanting to lose the body heat he gives off. It ignites every nerve ending I have.
“Next time we’ll play truth or dare,” he growls after pulling back.
I watch his strong hands go to his belt buckle and he begins to undo them but I’m feeling brave. My hands cover his as I sit up.
I look up and meet those honeycomb eyes of his. “Can I?”
He nods.
I use my hands to undo the belt and then the button of his jeans. Slowly, I slide the zipper down, and reach inside to begin running my hand along the length of his cock. I run my thumb over the tip and am surprised to find that he already has precum seeping out. My mouth waters and I instantly know exactly where I want to put him.
Emanuel must sense my hunger because with his right hand he reaches up and cups my chin, pulling on it a little to widen my mouth.
“Right there is where I want to put my cock. Will you let me do that, butterfly?”
I nod without hesitation. I assist him in pulling his jeans and boxer briefs all of the way down to his ankles. He is so long and thick that I hesitate for a heartbeat. I remember back to that night we spent together in Mexico when I briefly wondered if he’d even fit inside of me. I hadn’t even thought about my mouth.
But I don’t waste too much time thinking about it. I want to taste him. I need to make him feel as good as he makes me every time he puts his mouth on me. Standing, I move from the bed and go to my knees in front of him. I use the tip of my tongue to taste his precum and a moan instantly escapes my lips. At first, I go to suppress the moan but then I remember who I’m with. He doesn’t want me to hold back.
That reminder emboldens me and I wrap my lips around the entirety of his cock, using my tongue to make sure I wet every part of his erection. Pulling back, I use my hand to tug and massage the part of him that my mouth can’t reach.
I go to wrap my lips around him once again, and he says, “Eyes on me, butterfly. I want to look you in your eyes when I come in your mouth.”
A shiver runs through me. Slowly, I allow my gaze to travel up the length of his rippled abdomen and hard chest before reaching those sexy as sin eyes of his. There’s an intimacy I’ve never experienced before as I stare into his eyes while taking his length into my mouth. I begin bobbing my head on his rod while maintaining eye contact. His gaze never wavers from mine. His eyelids become heavy, halfway closing as he grows closer and closer to his orgasm. The groans coming from his lips are like a direct line straight to my pussy. My lips clench every time one of those sexy sounds spills from his mouth.
His body starts to shiver on a loud groan and I feel him tighten up. The orgasm moves through him, and I feel him spilling into my mouth. As I stare into his eyes, which continue to capture my attention, I swallow every bit that spills out.
Moving back, I go to wipe my lip and chin with my hand but I am quickly pulled up from my knees to my feet by Emanuel’s capable hands. His lips cover mine in a demanding kiss that steals my breath. I struggle for air but he doesn’t give me any pass. Finally, I give in to the kiss and give back as much as I get.
