“Christ, I’ve thought about this so many times…” He flicked off my bra next, and he didn’t offer any space for potential worries anyway. He cupped my tits again, went back to kissing my neck, and his lust was written all over.
With that boost of confidence, it was my turn. I spun around and sat down on the foot of the bed, and I peered up at him as I dipped my fingers into the waistband of his sweats.
His jaw ticked, and he hauled his T-shirt over his head.
My God.
Why would he ever have shaved his chest hair? It’d grown back, and it was so sexy. All of him was.
In case it was a sensitive topic, I didn’t mention it, but I had every intention of showing him how much he turned me on. Starting with my mouth on his big cock.
I tugged down his sweats, and no underwear stood in my way. Fucking hell, there he was. That was going to hurt a bit, and I couldn’t wait.
I brushed my fingers along his cock and looked up at him again, and he tilted his head and just watched me.
Without breaking eye contact, I sucked him in slowly, and he let out a long breath.
“No fuckin’ words,” he murmured. He combed his fingers into my hair and released it from the hair tie. “Stop me if you get uncomfortable, all right? I already lost it around you. My only plan tonight was to ask you out.”
I’d smile if his cock weren’t filling my mouth.
If I made him lose control, I truly had nothing to worry about.
It was an incredibly liberating sensation.
I swirled my tongue around him and closed my eyes, and I eased my hands up the backs of his muscular thighs.
He exhaled again and went back to touching me. My jaw, the corners of my lips that stretched around him, my neck, down my shoulders…
“Fuck,” he whispered. “What a sight. That’s it—keep sucking me.”
I clenched my thighs together and redoubled my efforts, wanting to get him off before we went any further.
He started fucking my mouth unhurriedly, in long, measured thrusts, and he groaned under his breath when he hit the back of my throat.
I spurred him on.
He got rougher.
I made a needy sound on the upstroke, and he hissed and wrapped my hair around his fist.
Use me thoroughly, rightly, and roughly.
“Goddamn sexy.” He reached down and kneaded one of my breasts, pinching the nipple.
His touches left a trail of blazing heat behind, and it pushed me into a puddle of filthy fantasies in which he marked me, filled me over and over, and couldn’t get enough of me.
He threw gasoline on the fire by shaping his fingers along my throat, like he wanted to choke me.
“You need to stop soon. I’m getting close.”
I was doing no such thing.
I breathed through my nose and dug my fingernails into the flesh of his thighs, and I dragged them up to his sexy ass.
He groaned and tightened his grip on my hair. “I fucking warned you, Natalie. I’m gonna come.”
So, come.
