“Your mouth isawesome,” I mumbled.
His lips curved against mine. “Glad you enjoyed it.”
“Mmhmm. I did. And now it’s my turn.” I tightened my arms around him and rolled him onto his back. Our eyes locked for a second, and I caught the hint of apprehension in his. Or was that… nerves? Embarrassment?
Through the haze of arousal, I remembered what he’d said when we’d talked about size disparities the other night. How he’d felt intimidated and inadequate next to me.
I also knew from experience that platitudes and reassurances only went so far. People made so much out of dick size that those insecurities could be hard as hell to shake off.
Actions spoke louder than words, fortunately. I kissed him, then started down his neck. “God, I’ve been wanting you since…” I paused to nibble his collarbone, which made him arch and gasp. “Since the first time.”
“Y-yeah?” He was as breathless as I was.
“Uh-huh. So many things we didn’t get a chance to do.” I skated my lips along the side of his throat. “And things I wanted to do again.”
He made a soft, choked sound. “All the… All the time in the world now.”
“Uh-huh. And I’m going to make use of that time.” I pushed myself up to meet his gaze, and the heat and want in his eyes had mostly replaced the apprehension.
Mostly. But not completely.
I hated that he felt even a little bit self-conscious around me. There was absolutely nothing lacking about his body, and I intended to lick and taste every inch of it until he understood that.
I came down to kiss him, and he wrapped his arms around my neck. As I settled my hips between his thighs, I rubbed against his hard cock, drawing a groan from him.
“So you know,” I mumbled between kisses, “You fucked me so good last time.” I gave his dick a long, appreciative stroke. “When I can move again, I’m riding you until we both pass the hell out.”
His response was a choked whimper, and he thrust up against me, probably searching for friction.
“You want that?” I asked. “You want to fuck me?”
“Yes,”he breathed. “God, Jesse…” He dragged his nails down my back, the burn making my head spin. “I want to fuck you. I wantyouto fuckme. I just—I want to doeverythingwith you.”
“Good,” I whispered. “Me too.”
He bit his lip, then kissed me. We made out for a minute or two, both of us rubbing his dick against my body until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I broke the kiss and growled, “Don’t move.”
He didn’t, but I did, and in a matter of seconds, I finally had his cock where it belonged—between my lips.
I hadn’t sucked dick since the last time I was with Eric, and I relished it. I loved the slide of the head across my tongue. I loved teasing his balls and licking his shaft, and oh, yeah, it had beenwaytoo long since I’d deep-throated a hard cock.
The sounds he made were glorious. The moaned curses. The sharp gasps. The throaty groans. He was so damn hot, and I couldn’t get enough of hearing him this turned on.
“Holy fuck,” he whined. “That thing you do with your tongue is—oh God, yeah. More of that. More of—that issogood.”
I gave him more. Lips, tongue, even a very gentle glide of teeth. Anything that made him squirm, moan, gasp—I wanted nothing more than to drive him wild. Ilovedgiving head, and I especially loved it with someone this responsive and vocal.
And the fact that it was him—that it was Eric, the man I’d been so sure I’d never touch like this again—had me ready to lose my mind. I meant it when I said I wanted to do everything with him. The thought of this perfect, rock-hard dick fucking me had me almost keening with need; when we could both move again, I wanted every inch buried in me until I was sobbing with pleasure.
That was something to look forward to. This? Blowing him while he unraveled beneath me? Oh, I could absolutely work with this.
“Make me come,” he begged. “Please. Please, I want—I want to come in your mouth.”
I moaned around his cock as I stroked him harder. He was obviously trying not to thrust, same as I had earlier, but I wanted him to. I slid my hand under his ass and egged him on. He took the hint, pushing in tentatively at first before doing it harder. I hoped the sound I made around his dick came across as“yes, more,”and it must have, because he started thrusting for real.
“This okay? Is this—tell me if it’s too much.”
