“I have … and I know this isn’t very sexy … but I have a sensitive gag reflex.”
Amusement tugged at my mouth, but I forced myself not to laugh because I didn’t want her to be embarrassed. But she was so adorable. “That’s okay.”
Her brows furrowed. “Like, it’s really sensitive. I can’t even brush the back of my tongue without gagging.”
The struggle to hold back laughter was growing. “Okay.”
“You’re laughing at me.” She slapped my chest.
A chuckle escaped before I could stop it. “I’m not. You’re just so cute, I can’t help it.”
When her countenance turned tight with hurt, I immediately stopped laughing. “Lil?—”
“I’ve had boyfriends make me feel shit about it, okay. Like, trying to force me through it when it’s obvious I’m not enjoying it. So … I … never mind.” She moved to get off me and I grabbed her hips, stopping her. Possessiveness I hadn’t quite gotten used to yet thrummed through me at the mention of her giving blow jobs to other men. However, anger at them abusing her overtook all emotion.
“They’re arseholes,” I snapped. “And they should be shot. My father has a hunting rifle that would do the trick. Just give me their names and it’s done.”
Lily gave me a beleaguered look but stopped trying to get away.
I squeezed her hips again. “We do only what you want to do in this bed. I will survive a life without blow jobs.”
She let out a huff of laughter. Although Lily didn’t blush, there was always a certain look in her eyes that told me she was mortified. I never wanted her to feel so unsure around me she was embarrassed.
“I mean it, Lily.”
She searched my face as she nibbled on her lower lip. I waited patiently, giving her space to make the next move. Finally, she asked, “What if I wanted to try … but take it slowly?”
The thought of her mouth anywhere near my cock made it salute in answer. “We don’t have to.”
“I want to. If I can’t, we stop. Or would that be torture?”
I grinned, shaking my head on the pillow. “No, it wouldn’t be torture.”
Nodding with the same determination I’d seen on her face when she was researching, Lily edged backward to tug on my zipper.
I lay perfectly still, amused by her concentration as well as totally turned on by it.
“You won’t … thrust?”
Voice hoarse, I replied, “I’ll lie perfectly still, I promise.”
Lily freed my cock, her hand a tight fist around it. She gave me a hard tug and I bit out an expletive at the pleasurable sensation. My heart rate picked up as Lily bent her head and took me into her mouth.
“My God.” I huffed, the blood rushing in my ears.
Just the sight of her plush lips around the head of my cock was enough to make me want to come.
However, her uncertainty because of past experiences kept me in check. My hands fisted in the duvet beneath me as I tensed against thrusting into her hot, wet mouth. Instead, I lay there, watching and muttering curse word after curse word as Lily sucked what she could of me into her mouth. When she releasedme, it was to lick my length with such intense exploration—like I was a fucking ice-lolly she was relishing. Bloody hell!
The touch of her mouth suckling on my balls almost sent me flying up off the bed.
“Lily!” I cried out, my hips arching without thought. “Bugger, sorry.”
Her sexy, pleased little smile before she took me back in her mouth was almost my undoing.
Anytime a woman had done this for me, it wasn’t in this slow, seductive fashion. This torturous exploration created a more intense buildup. As I was begging for release, Lily sucked the head of me while pumping the root with her fist.
“I’m going to come,” I gasped out in warning so she could release me.
