Everything about her, even her curious questions about werewolf health, turns me on.
“As far as I know, we don’t get them.But my doctor gave me the all clear a month ago.”The words come out rushed; I’m happy to share the info, but I want to get to the promise in her eyes.
“And you haven’t been with anyone since?”
I shake my head, losing my voice as she adjusts her grip on my hard length.
“Good.”She gazes up at me as her hand slides up and down my cock, almost leisurely in the slow movement.“What do you like, Warner?”
When I hesitate, she leans forward, pressing a hot kiss to my stomach, making my ab muscles twitch in response.Her free hand wraps around the back of my thigh, gripping firmly, holding herself against me.And all the while, she strokes.
“What do you like?”she whispers again, breath warm against my skin.Then, her tongue sneaks out, teasing me with a lick, like an offering.Showing what I can ask for.
But all I manage is a confession, courtesy of my lust-soaked brain.
“I-I haven’t … done this.”
Zoey doesn’t back away in surprise.She simply nuzzles her nose against my hip bone.“You’ve never gotten a blow job?”
I shake my head, then answer, “No.”
“Are you a virgin?”
That shocks a chuckle out of me, but then I’m suddenly groaning when her teeth pinch my skin.“No.Just never asked … for this.”
I’m having trouble remembering anything that’s felt better than the rhythmic pumping Zoey refuses to let up on.My hips try to thrust in time with her movements.
“But you gave it?”She ends her question with another kiss on my stomach, and the image of my face buried between Zoey’s legs has me growling.
“Yeah.Fuck.I want to lick your pussy.”
Her grip tightens by a fraction, drawing out my panting and thrusting.
“In a minute.”
Then, she places her lips against the crown of my cock and slowly drags me into the wet heat of her mouth.
And if I’d known this is what I could’ve asked for, I would have.
Zoey sucks me in deep, then hums a happy sound.The vibration massages my dick.My knees threaten to buckle.
She lets me slip back out, teasing the underside of my cock with her tongue as she does.
Curses tumble from my mouth.
Then, Zoey stands, letting me go, and I want to beg her to touch me again.
“Wait, Zoey, I’m sorry.”
She raises one eyebrow.“Sorry for what?”
“I …” I don’t know exactly.“For whatever I did wrong.”
Her curious brown eyes trace over me as satisfaction curves her mouth.“I was just going to suggest you sit down before your legs give out.I doubt I’m strong enough to catch you.”
Zoey smiles at me, sweet and confident.She cares about me.About something as simple as my comfort during a blow job.The suggestion somehow ramps up the meaning of this encounter.
At least it does for me.
