She rolled her eyes. “You don’t need me to tell you that you have a talented mouth. The proof is in the pudding, as they say.” She feigned a frown. “Besides, the way you swagger around like you have a dick the size of a redwood, the last thing I want is to say anything that’ll further stroke your already outsized ego.”
He tossed back his head, his laughter deep and rumbling in the stillness of the room. The pieces of her pulverized heart throbbed with sadness at the thought that soon she’d only hear that laugh in her dreams.
“I mean, it might not be the size of a redwood, but…” He trailed off, wiggling his eyebrows.
She rolled her eyes. “What is it with men and penis size anyway?”
“Part of the issue is that even though you gals like to tell us it’s not the size of the boat, but the motion of the ocean, if given a choice between a rowboat or a yacht, we’ll choose a yacht every single time.”
“It’s not the size of the boatorthe motion of the ocean.”
“No?” His eyebrows hitched together.
“Mmm, mmm.” She shook her head, happy he didn’t seem to have clued in that her teasing was all a ruse. “It’s whether the captain can keep his vessel in port long enough for everyone to get off.”
This time his laugh burst out of him like a backfire on the I-278. It was such a happy sound that she almost lost control and let a tear fall.Almost.She managed to hold it back by turning to the side and blinking rapidly.
“Lord, woman. I know I’m not the first to say it, but you’ve got onehellof a mouth on you.”
She placed a hand in the center of his chest, shoving him back onto the mattress. She couldn’t keep up her subterfuge. She needed to distract him. She needed to distract herself.
After straddling his hips, she bent so her breasts brushed the hair on his chest. Her mouth was an inch above his when she purred, “Oh, baby. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
And then she claimed his lips.
If this was the last time they were going to be together—and it was; she was determined it was—if she was going to spend the rest of her days wanting him, missing him,lovinghim, then she was going to make sure to leave him with something he would never forget.
Maybe it was vanity. Maybe it was pride. But she wanted him to look back on this night and regret ever letting her go.
Or, at the very least, look back on it as one of the best of his life.
“Mmm,” he hummed in approval when she thrust her tongue between his lips. His moan turned into a low, grating growl when she ripped her mouth away only to mimic the path he’d taken down her own body.
She sucked on his pulse point, swirled her tongue inside his ear, and then kissed her way across his chest to his nipple.
Some men didn’t like having their nipples played with. They either thought it a turnoff because they only viewed women’s nipples as sexual, or their nipples were too sensitive or not sensitive enough. So she started out slow. But to her satisfaction, he hissed when she brushed her fingers over his tan areola, gritted his teeth when she pressed the side of her thumbnail into the center of his nipple, and flexed his hips up involuntarily when she sucked the ruched peak between her lips.
Since she was still straddling him, the move made his cock slide between her slick folds. And suddenly, she wasn’ttryingto distract herself. Shewasdistracted.
Distracted by the feel of his most intimate flesh slipping through hers. Distracted by his hardness rubbing against her melting center. Distracted by how good it felt when the crest of his thick head bumped over her clitoris.
But as much as she hated having to lose the sensation of his cock, she had a plan. A destination. And it required her to keep making her way south.
She nibbled on each of his ribs. Slipped her tongue into the shallow oval of his belly button. And bit the muscles that made up his Apollo’s belt.
By the time her face was level with his dick and she wrapped her fingers around his meaty girth, he was panting like he’d run a race. She glanced up to find his hands laced behind his head, and his chin tucked to his chest so he could watch her progress. She held his gaze and slowly flicked out her tongue to swipe at the drop of precum sitting proudly on his swollen tip.
His eyelids flickered and a long, shallow breath wheezed out of him. When she wrapped her lips around his heated head, he whispered, “Fuuuuccckkk,” and fell back against the pillow.
She could taste herself on him, tangy and salty. And the smell of sex tunneled up her nose. He was too large to take in all the way, but she did the best she could, opening her throat as much as she could, until his plump head hit her tonsils and she had to stop.
She loved the feel of him filling her mouth. Loved the thrum of his snarling veins against her tongue. Loved the way his lower belly quivered when she added just a little bit of suction.
She’d never understood women who didn’t enjoy oral sex. Oh, sure. It was no fun when the guy was an asshole by thrusting too hard or pressing on the back of her head until she gagged. But a man who knew how to lie back and let a woman play? Who was secure enough in his manhood to give up control?Thatwas sexy as hell.
For long moments she teased, alternating between mapping his cock with her tongue and taking him far into the back of her throat. And only when his fists curled into the sheets beside his hips did she take pity on him and set up a steady rhythm.
Her hand slid over his slick shaft as her mouth kept up a constant suction. Up and down. Suck and stroke.
