With that thought in mind, I wrap my lips around his crown, and then roll them down his length. His cock slides over my tongue and down my throat. He is big enough to make my jaw ache. Which isn’t a surprise. He was a challenge to take on our wedding night.
I’m good at challenges. I excel at them, and I’m bloody well going to take all of my husband into my mouth.
I work my way lower. He slides deeper down my throat. I can’t breathe now and my gag reflex is threatening to revolt. But I can do this.
A little more, and I realise that neatly trimmed hair is tickling my lips. I’ve succeeded. I have taken all of him. And given his size and the pathetic nature of humans, this might be the first time someone has blown him all the way.
He is gasping and wriggling. Fighting to keep his hips still and not fuck my face. He really is obedient.
His cock throbs in my mouth. Hot and heavy. He tastes good. Salty and something else I can’t name. I’ve neverblown a human before, so it could be that. Or it could be uniquely him.
I swallow, causing the muscles in my throat to clench around him. Jack cries out. A deeply pleasing sound of pleasure.
I swallow again, and again. His cries are growing louder. His thighs are trembling. I’m getting lightheaded from not breathing, but I’m enjoying this, and I can last a little longer.
I move my tongue, and Jack lets out a gurgling sound. Precum trickles down my throat. I pause and hold still. I don’t want him to spill yet. A pleasure delayed is a pleasure intensified.
But my lungs are burning now. Oh well. This will have to do.
I swallow and swallow again in rapid succession. Then again, and again.
All of Jack’s muscles go rigid. His cock pulses and floods my stomach with his seed. He screams, and then the sound of it registers.
“Dyfri!”
Jack screamed my name as he peaked.
My eyes roll back, and an orgasm washes through me. Light and tingly and extremely pleasant.
I pull off of Jack and discreetly heave in a lungful of air. I sit up and wipe my mouth and chin with the back of my hand.
Then my gaze locks with Jack’s. He is staring at me. Pupils wide and dark. Cheeks flushed and glowing. He is staring at me like I’m something holy.
My heart is going all fluttery and strange. I can feel it brushing against my rib cage. I don’t think it’s fromoxygen deprivation. I have no idea what is happening. I’ve strayed far beyond things I know and understand. I’m out of my depth.
Completely out of my depth. But strangely, despite how lost I am, I’m not scared.
And that’s a wonder all of itself.
Chapter twelve
Jack
Ilie in the rumpled sheets, listening to the sound of splashing water from Dyfri’s bathroom, and try to process what the hell just happened between us.
The morning light filtering through the curtains seems different somehow. Softer. Or maybe that’s just the lingering haze of what we just shared, the memory of Dyfri’s lips on my cock, the way he’d looked at me afterward with something like wonder in his dark eyes.
Fucking hell. I’ve never had my world rocked so hard. And I don’t just mean the mind-blowing blowjob. Having him in my hand was just as incredible. I swear he relaxed a little bit this time. Enjoyed himself more than that time in the shower. He nearly let himself go, he came close enough to it that I have hope for the future.
And then he demanded to blow me. Quite aggressively. Which was all kinds of hot.
I rub my hand over my face. Look at me discovering that I like being bossed around in bed. Though Dyfri is so frigging gorgeous and sexy, only a crazy person wouldn’t want to be bossed around by him. It’s an honour and a privilege.
Heavens, I can still feel the ghost of his touch, still hear the soft sounds he’d made when I...
Right. I need to stop thinking about that before he comes back and finds me grinning like an idiot at the ceiling.
But Christ, the way he stared at me. Like I was something special, something precious. I’ve never had anyone look at me like that before, with such naked amazement. As if he couldn’t quite believe what was happening.
