He wanted me as badly as I wanted him, and in the faint haze of alcohol, I realized that I held more power here than I thought.
Daniel’s hands shot to my hips when I slipped a palm from his belt to press against his erection.
“Carina,” he said.
I wrapped my fingers around him through his pants, marveling at the girth. And the length. Holy shit, he was packing.
I had to see what I was feeling.
I brought my other hand around and fought his belt loose.
His hands tightened on my hips, but he didn’t try to stop me. His breaths came in rough gasps as I slipped the button at his waist free and tugged at his zipper.
Black fabric lay beneath his slacks and I jerked his pants down so I could see him more clearly. No, this wasn’t enough.
I slipped from his grasp as I dropped to my knees in front of him and gripped the waistband of his underwear. Careful not to hurt him, I pulled them away from his body and down to pool at his ankles.
Oh. My. God.
His dick was beautiful. And…big.
Those were two things I’d never thought about a penis before. Don’t get me wrong, they could be awesome. And I liked dick a lot. But I’d never thought they were pretty to look at, much less beautiful.
Mesmerized, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around him, wondering if this was real.
A breath hissed out of his mouth, bringing my gaze up from his dick to his face. Daniel stared down at me, his green eyes burning and his chest heaving.
Our eyes met and I realized he wasn’t going to stop me. He wanted me.
Our dinner had been torture because of his coldness and because of the way he’d left me high and dry last night. And this morning.
It was my turn to return the favor.
My eyes never leaving his, I grasped his cock, pointing it straight toward my face. Then, I leaned forward and opened my mouth. My tongue touched the tip of his cock and Daniel stopped breathing.
Yeah, I knew how that felt. Because I’d experienced it last night. And this morning. Pleasure so intense that you were afraid to breath in case that broke the spell.
I wasn’t going to break the spell. I planned to cast one.
I opened my mouth wider, taking the entire tip of him inside, my tongue sliding against the smooth skin of his cock.
“What are you doing to me?” he asked.
It was probably a rhetorical question, but I answered anyway.
“Showing you how it feels when I blow hot and cold.”
I nearly snickered at the pun I’d unintentionally made, but Daniel’s hands tangled in my hair. Not to pull me closer or force me to still. Just to hold me.
I stared at him as I slipped him deeper into my mouth. He stared down at me as though he were powerless to look away.
I hummed in the back of my throat as I closed my lips around him and sucked. The tingle between my thighs intensified to a burn as he groaned and let his head fall back, his fingers clutching my hair.
With the eye contact broken, I focused on what I was doing. How he felt. How he tasted.
I hummed again, pressing my palm against the seam of my jeans to ease some of the pressure as I bobbed my head, using my other hand to stroke him for added friction.
“Cari,” he groaned as he twitched in my mouth, growing harder.
