I shudder. “God fucking dammit, you learn fast, woman,” I moan. “Don’t be shy. Take it all in your mouth.”
She does. She sucks me until my eyes almost pop out of my head because, damn, if she’s not determined to takeallof me in her mouth. Down and up. Down and up. She finds the perfect rhythm. It’s not long before her saliva mixes with my pre-cum, and her lips are gliding over my length with ease.
I tug the tie from her hair, burrowing my fingers in the blonde strands as they spill over her shoulders. I squeeze a handful as her mouth slides down as far as it can go.
My hips thrust compulsively as she takes me deep, and she gags.
“Sorry,” I huff. “Sorry, it just felt so good.”
I tug gently on her hair to stop her because I don’t want to come in her mouth. I want to be wrapped in her snug heat when I let go.
Climbing back on top, she positions my cock between her legs and sucks in a deep breath.
But she doesn’t move. Not yet. I sense her nervousness, see the flicker of her eyelashes, and the pulse throbbing in her throat.
“You’re in control, Sally,” I grit, though it takes everything in me not to flip her onto her back and drive inside her. “Take your time, sweetheart.”
She nods and releases a shaky breath, her eyes fixed on my chin.
“Look at me.”
She lifts her eyes, and our gazes meet. Something inside me calms. I always thought that looking into the eyes of the right woman would be like spinning and falling and losing myself. But none of that happens. Instead, everything in me stills and becomes quiet. It’s… peace. Contentment. Something I haven’t felt for… well, maybe ever.
“Love” feels too strong and too soon. But there’s an aching in my heart that I can’t seem to shake. Can’t name.
Then all thoughts evaporate as she slips the head of my cock inside her. Just the tip at first before she lifts off and lowers again, using my pre-cum and her slickness to ease her way.
“Like this?” she asks, panting.
I press my head into the pillow and groan. My hands tighten further on her hips, helping her, guiding her. “Tilt your hips. Yes. Christ, just like that.”
Her blue eyes darken with pleasure and intention as she repeats the motion, again and again, sinking a little lower with each circle and wriggle of her hips until I think I’m going to lose my mind.
Sally hits a spot that pinches and makes her tremble, her expression morphing into a grimace.
Her eyes find mine. “Do it. Make me yours.”
“You sure?” My voice sounds like sandpaper as I strain for control.
“Yes.”
“Together.”
She nods. “Always.”
I thrust up as she sinks onto me.
She cries out, biting her lip.
“Oh, Christ. Fuck, Sally,” I grunt as her snug channel envelops me from tip to root.
Her mouth falls open, her eyes wide with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“That’s it. Give me the pain,” I say as her nails bite deep into my chest where her hands are braced.
“Stings,” she moans.
“I know, baby. You’re doing so good. Hold still. Let yourself stretch around me. God, you feel so fucking tight and hot and perfect.”
