“I can’t do what I want to you here.”
“Oooooh… now I’m excited,” she said, her smile widening with every step I took toward her bedroom.
“Nowyou’re excited?” I asked, faux offended.
“You know what I mean.” She released her grip, rubbing her body against mine until her feet hit the ground. Her smile slipped, and I thought perhaps she’d changed her mind, but then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and shimmied them down her legs. “Thank you for being so patient with me.”
I wanted to tell her to stop thanking me, but all I could do was stare at her like I was seeing her for the first time.
“Do you know how enticing you are?” I reached out and grabbed her waist. “I want to lick every inch of you.”
“Me? Look at you,” she said, waving her hand up and down my body. “It’s like someone drew the perfect man, and then youcame to life. It’s a little intimidating.” She shifted her feet as if she’d suddenly become self-conscious.
“Trust me, Sophie, I’m the furthest thing from perfect.”
She moved closer, her heavy eyes filled with desire. “You’re perfect for me.”
“That I can agree with.”
Before I could form another thought, she reached beneath the material of my shorts and wrapped her fingers around me. I thrust my hips, and she gently tightened her hold.
“Can I?” She licked her lips, waiting for my answer.
What was the proper response? “Yeah, sure, you can suck me off?” “Please, do your best?” “Thank you?” Every response sounded odd in my head, so instead of saying anything, I smiled, nodded, then thrust into her hand once more.
Sophie dropped to her knees, dominance and subservience wrapped into one. She removed my shorts and tossed them to the side, staring at my dick with fascination. It reminded me of the way I looked at her most of the time.
Her eyes flickered with mischievousness right before she wrapped her lips around me, the warmth of her mouth sending a shiver down my back. I’d received countless blowjobs in my life, but I’d never been as aroused as I was right now. The sight of her on her knees, worshiping me with her mouth, was almost too much. I wanted to toss her on the bed and have my way with her, but I saddled my impatience, wanting to enjoy every second of her reverence.
I rode the wave as my pleasure swelled, but the moment she cupped my balls and hollowed her cheeks, all sense of patience flew out the goddamn window. All I could focus on was the sensation riveting through me. And no matter how many distracting thoughts I conjured, none of them stole me from this moment. The pressure built higher, and I owed her a warning before I exploded in case she didn’t want to swallow. I hadn’tplanned on coming down her throat, but there was no turning back now.
I gripped her hair and tugged. “I’m close.” I groaned. “If you don’t want to swallow, stop now.” She sucked me faster. Harder. “Sophie… stop.” Each breath was punched from my lungs. I pulled her hair tighter, and the moan she made tipped me over the edge. “I’m coming, baby. Fuck!” An electric buzz spread over me in waves, every nerve ending firing at the same time. My muscles contracted as my heart pounded, and I couldn’t focus on anything but my orgasm, a towering high that I’d chased and conquered.
I was cautious not to slam myself far enough into her throat to make her gag, but I held her in place so I could milk every bit of my climax. Immediately afterward, a rush of euphoria held me captive, and as my heart slowed and my muscles relaxed, I released her hair and sighed in utter satisfaction.
Sophie pulled back, and I fell from between her lips. She wiped the corner of her mouth and looked up at me, resting her hands near my waist.
“How did I do?” Her smug smile was well deserved.
I helped her to her feet. “I don’t want to know how you got so fucking good at that. All I know is that I’m the only man who gets to reap those benefits.”
She leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed me. I could taste myself on her tongue, and all I wanted to do was repay the effort.
As I led her toward the bed, dread threatened to overwhelm me, which was odd because I was still flying high from my orgasm. But as the seconds passed, I realized the only thing I feared was losing her. Now wasn’t the time to entertain such a heavy thought, though, so I cleared my mind as best I could and focused on Sophie.
As she gently fell onto the bed, she frowned. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice laden with concern. “Is something wrong?”
I couldn’t mask my expression as well as I thought. “I’m good.” I smiled to aid my half-truth. “Move back. Spread your legs. Wider,” I demanded, my dick twitching at the sight of her arousal glistening between her thighs. “Remember, if things get too intense and you’re not ready yet, just tell me.” She nodded, but I needed to hear the words. “Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“Good.” I widened her legs a little more and positioned myself between them, inhaling her scent, eager to taste her. I hadn’t even touched her yet, and already she struggled to catch her breath. Was she nervous? Did she not want to do this but didn’t want to tell me? “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Why? Do I not look okay?” Her tone was light, but she carried her worry in the faint lines around her eyes.
“Just making sure.”
“You don’t have to worry about me.”
