Her eyes widen a bit at my statement, but she pulls the tank top over her head and whispers, “You really are ruining me for anyone else.”
I look up at her, my sexy fucking girl with her curves and her insecurities. She has no idea the power she holds over me.
“That’s the plan.” And before I can think too much about what that means or she can ask me to elaborate, I dip my face to her center. I lap up every bit of her I can get my mouth on until she has to bite the heel of her hand to keep from screaming as she comes undone on my face.
And when I stand, still holding her up with my hands on her hips, I lean in close, telling her, “You’ve soaked me in your cum and now I want you to taste yourself.”
Her lips part with a surprised gasp. “Why?”
So many reasons.“I was good tonight because I wantedthis. And I want you to know what it is I’m so obsessed with.”
“You’re obsessed with the taste of me?”
I’m obsessed with you.
“Among other things.” I kiss her hard, and she doesn’t pull back. Instead, she parts her lips, running her tongue along mine.
“Kind of salty,” she mumbles between kisses. “Is that how you taste?”
“Someday you’ll find out,” I say, “but not tonight.”
“Why not tonight?”
“Because if the option exists to fuck you, I’m not going to choose coming in your mouth instead.”
She gives me a lazy half smile. “What if the option doesn’t exist to fuck me?”
I know she’s teasing, but I can’t help the growl that rattles around in my throat. “Then I guess you can get on your knees. But that wouldn’t be my first choice.”
“What would be?” she asks, lifting her chin slightly like she’s challenging me to say something completely out of pocket. ButI don’t want something wild, I just want to keep myself joined with her as often as possible.
“I’d really like to fuck you from behind,” I say, sliding my sports coat off and unbuttoning my dress shirt. “I’d like to watch myself sinking into you while I’m gripping your hips so hard I leave handprints behind.”
“That’s oddly specific,” she says with a slight eye roll.
The slide of leather against metal as I unbuckle my belt precedes the scraping of my zipper, and then my pants land at my ankles. I step out of them, leaving them on the floor with the rest of my clothing.
“I’ve had a lot of time to picture all the ways I want to be with you.”
“Oh yeah, and where are you when you’re picturing this?” She takes my hand, leading me over to her bed.
“Wherearen’tI?” My laugh is husky and loud in the quiet room. I reach for her, letting my hands glide over every part of her bare skin. “In the shower, at the grocery store, during my workout, while skating laps to warm up. Every night before I fall asleep.”
She doesn’t say anything, just presses her lips between her teeth like she’s trying to hold back a smile. Maybe she’s finally realizing just how perfect I think she is.
Reaching out, she slides my boxers down my legs, tugging on them to get them down my thighs. Then she sits at the end of the bed, legs spread so I’m standing between them, and grips my shaft. “I just want a taste.”
She wets her lips as she stares at my cock, parts her lips, and slides me into her mouth. With her tongue pressed against the underside of me as I slide along the roof of her mouth, I can’t hold back my groan. My hand instinctively moves to the back of her head to help her set the pace, while being careful not to push in enough to choke her.
“My god,” I sigh. I’m not sure a blow job has ever felt quite like this. It’s not that she’s doing anything special, it’s just that it’sherdoing it.
You are so fucked.That phrase rattles around in my psyche, uninvited but ever present.
She pulls back, looks up at me, cocks one eyebrow, and throws my words back at me. “God’s not here. But you promised to do ungodly things to me, no?”
“All right, smartass, let’s see you on all fours on the bed.”
She gulps audibly, like it’s just occurred to her how revealing that position will be. But she tilts her chin up with a defiant glint in her eyes.
