Colleen followed his gaze down, her cheeks turning pink when she caught his meaning. She licked that damn bottom lip again. Her hand was no longer tentative when she reached for his cock, and she stroked him from base to tip, her grip firm. But uncertainty filled her eyes as she inched forward and brought him to her mouth.
Her moist lips grazed his tip, the lightest of touches. When she exhaled through her nose, the delicate stream of air fluttered around his crown, like he was being kissed by a fluttering butterfly.
It was a singularly erotic sensation.
He forced his hands to remain loose on her shoulders though they ached to ball into fists. The contact was a tease. A promise. One that he needed her to deliver on.
Closing her eyes, she eased her head from side to side, dragging the soft cocoon of her lips over his head. He wanted to let her explore. To take her time to discover just how to pleasure him.
He wasn’t that patient of a man.
“Open your mouth, love.” He nudged her lips with his cock. “Everything you’re doing feels good, but I need a little more.” Cupping the back of her head, he pushed inside a couple inches. “Fuck. Just like that.”
Her hot little mouth closed around him, the velvety rub of her tongue on the underside of his length an overwhelming contrast to the wet slide against the roof of her mouth.
She pulled back and wiped saliva from her lip. “Am I doing it right?”
She was unpracticed, inexperienced. And none of that mattered. More than just the fact that a woman’s mouth on his cock would always feel good, regardless of expertise. It was Colleen’s mouth. Colleen’s eyes staring up into his.
Perhaps it was wrong of him, but the fact she hadn’t pleasured her husband in this way sent a bolt of satisfaction spearing through his gut. He was her first.
Plucking the pins from her tight knot, he shook out her thick hair. He rolled a burnished lock between his fingers. “Anything you do down there will be right. Except, take care with your teeth, please.” He chucked her chin and smiled.
Gripping his base, Colleen nodded. Eying his cock like a column of numbers in her ledgers, something she needed to figure out, she stretched her mouth wide and guided him inside.
Pleasure skittered along his length, gathered inside his bollocks, and arrowed up his spine. Her mouth was fucking heaven. After his retirement from service to the Crown, this would be his primary occupation. He could spend hours with Colleen’s mouth wrapped around him. Or her cunny. Any part of her. She was perfect. Sweet, honest, determined. And so willing to give pleasure.
Rocking his hips, he tried to sink a little deeper, watching her face for discomfort. She opened wider, her eyes watering a bit, but accepting his entreaty.
“Fuck yes, suck me deep.” He cupped her cheek and felt his length inside her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed, the soft suction pulling at his skin with each drag.
She gargled, coughed, and Max pulled back, letting her catch her breath. Tenderly, he used his thumb to wipe the corners of her mouth. “Is this all right?”
Her breasts heaved. “It’s different. But you taste good.”
“I hope you continue thinking that.” He couldn’t wait to come down her throat. Empty himself while buried inside of her. He’d done that in error once, but nothing had ever felt better.
She ran her palm up and down his length, her saliva easing the glide. Inhaling deeply, she brought him back into her wet heat. Her lips stretched around his shaft. Reaching around, she gripped his arse and pulled him closer. Every inch he disappeared into her mouth ratcheted up his need. The sight was mesmerizing, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of it.
She sucked and slowly bobbed her head. Blood pulsed through his veins, making him throb in her mouth. He buried his fingers in her hair.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice as rough as gravel. “Give me your eyes.”
She looked up, her gaze pinned to his face as she took him ever deeper.
Max was done. Ruined for any other woman. The look in her eyes slayed him. The trust. The sincerity. So fucking pure, so far removed from his life for the government.
His hips jerked forward. His body needed to fuck, to take whatever the woman kneeling before him was offering. And she was offering a lot.
Cradling the back of her head, he held her steady and took her mouth. Slow, steady strokes that tested his patience. Need crawled down his back, and he pulled her even tighter.
She moaned, the vibrations shuddering down his cock.
Widening his stance, he took it deeper, his crown nudging the back of her throat. His bollocks tingled, drew up tight. He held himself still, his nerve endings screaming, tipping over the point of no return.
He groaned. “I’m coming, love. Suck me hard. Swallow every drop of me down.”
She closed her eyes, cheeks hollowing, her eyebrows drawing close in concentration. At her first deep drag, he exploded. Pulse after pulse of ecstasy raced through him, weakening his limbs, making him dizzy. Bending over her head, he grasped the arm of her chair with one hand and poured himself out.
