My toes curl instinctively at the very thought.
There’s something about this man wrapped under me, that has my hind brain whizzing into overdrive and slowly turning to mush.
Good god.
The things I want Blake to do to me is enough to make even the most liberated, sex positive person, blush. I hope he’s up for the challenge. Otherwise, I’ll be going home with my tail between my legs and jilling myself off the second I walk through the door.
Perching himself on the bottom-most edge of his bed, Blake rests my arse on his corded thigh. My now bare feet just skim the floor. I stare at him through heavy lidded eyes, waiting, watching, for his next move. My heart jumps in my chest when he runs the pad of his thumb over my lower lip, slowly, taking his time to trace every line and crease that make up part of my DNA. His flesh is slightly calloused in the way some men’s hands usually are, telling of hard work and a substantial lack of moisture. It sends a prickle of heat through me with each gentle touch, leaving my nipples beading up against my dress.
I acheto grab Blake’s hand and feel his rough-hewn skin on the sensitive, soft flesh of my breasts. To feel him pluck and twist the bud of my nipple until I cry out, skin so warm it’s pulled tight across my bones, thezapof pain erasing all other thoughts in my head.
But I stop myself. Just for a second.
I want to see what he does next first.
I want to see if he’ll give me what I need or if I’ll need to push him to deliver my pleasure just the way I like it; a little rough with a sprinkle of pain and a dash of dutiful care.
Blake’s thumb pulls down my bottom lip, strumming it, until he fits it between my clenched front teeth.
“Open, Calla.”
I fold.
Swallowing back a full body shiver, I part my lips and my teeth. Blake’s pupils blow wide, his digit slipping further into my mouth until he brushes across the warm, wet surface of my tongue. A whimper escapes me, quickly followed by Blake’s groan of pleasure. It’s as if we’re fuelling each other; two livewires dancing around the same circuit.
I flatten my tongue, opening my mouth wider, my eyes fluttering shut as Blake grazes back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. With his thumb coated in my spit, he glides to the fleshy side of my cheek, pressing there until I feel my flesh bulge under his touch.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you, Calla.”
Blake slides his thumb from my mouth so I can answer him, coating my lips with my own saliva.
“I want you to touch me.”
“Touch you where?”
“My pussy.”
“And then?” Blake’s warm lips press themselves to my jaw.
“Then…” I inhale shakily. “I want to suck you off. Or maybe the other way around. I’m not picky—ungh.”
My hand shoots out to pin Blake’s wrist, which has conveniently found itself beneath my skirt to dance along my cloth covered core. A slight nibble of my earlobe has a jolt of pain running through me before it’s replaced by a shiver of ecstasy as Blake uses his thumb to pull my knickers to the side, slipping two thick fingers beneath the material to touch my bare, sodden flesh.
“Blake.”
He passes along my seam once, twice, thrice, four times, groaning softly when he feels my wetness coat his skin. But then he’s pulling his hand from me, leaving me wet and whining, taking my lace underwear with him. Blake tugs until they land on a pile on his floor, bright white against his otherwise mahogany floorboards. He gives my bare knee a quick pat and then spreads his legs wide, unseating me.
I watch as his hand, the one slick with my desire, lands on the hard bulge tenting his jeans. Blake gives himself a rough squeeze, clenching his jaw until it ticks with pressure, and then tips his chin towards where his feet lay flat on the ground.
“Ladies first, then.”
Ladies first?
Oh.
Ohhh.
He does want to play. Good for him.
