His eyes rolled back so far it was a wonder he couldn’t see his own brain when she set about her task in earnest. Stroking his shaft as she bobbed and sucked and bobbed and sucked.
He’d known pleasure. He’d known passion. But he’d never known anything to compare to the sensation of Sabrina’s hands and mouth on him.
He couldn’t help himself. He looked down to see her pale hand working his turgid length. Her wide mouth stretched tight around his girth. And her hair spread across his thighs like a dark curtain.
It was better than his fantasies. Because she didn’t tease. She didn’t torment. She simply sucked and stroked with a determined tempo that had him groaning and begging.
Too soon he was slipping toward the point of no return.
“Sabrina.” He fisted a hand in her silky hair to stop her delicious ministrations. “Ya gotta stop, sweetheart, or I’m?—”
He gritted his teeth when the head of his cock popped free of her mouth. It was so swollen it was nearly purple. Shiny from the hot lash of her tongue.
“Do you have a condom?”
He blinked at the question. Then cursed when reality hit.
When he’d followed her upstairs, he’d had no idea this was where they’d end up. He hadn’t thought. Hadn’t come prepared.
“In my room,” he rasped, the need for release making his words ragged.
“Do you want me to stop so you can go get one?” She shook her head. “Because I don’t want to stop.”
“But—”
“I want you in my mouth.” She continued to stroke him languidly. “I want to feel you straining against my tongue. I want to taste you when you cum.”
“Sabrina…”
He’d pleasured her with his fingers. He’d pleasured her with his mouth. He wanted to finish her off with his dick, but he couldn’t think with her hands still working him. He could hardly breathe from the thought of her sucking him off.
She must’ve taken her whispered name as acquiescence. Because her mouth was on him again. The hot, slick, sucking wonder that was her lips and teeth and tongue.
He tried to hold on. Tried not to let the beast in him take over. But it was too late.
His self-control shattered, and he was thrusting up into her firm fist, into her magical mouth.
She hummed her pleasure. Almost purring in feline triumph. And it reverberated through his shaft until?—
He groaned her name. Half sitting up as hot jets of pleasure poured from his body and into her mouth.
She took him. Worked him. Wrung every last drop from him as he shuddered and shook. As his orgasm seemed to stretch on forever and ever. As the world disappeared and all that remained was her and him and bliss like nothing he’d experienced before.
He didn’t remember collapsing back against the mattress. He didn’t recall when she released him and crawled up beside him. He didn’t come back into himself until a long time later, when he felt her leaving little kisses on his shoulder while her talented fingers played with the hair on his chest.
“Will you sign my ass?” she asked when the blood rushing between his ears had quieted to a dull roar.
Blinking open his eyes, he watched as the ceiling slowly came into focus. Surely, he’d misheard her.
“Hmm?”
“Will you sign my ass?” she said again. “I want to get a tattoo to remember this moment.”
He chuckled and pulled her close. Kissing the top of her head. Loving that she could still tease after what they’d just done together.
“Sure thing,” he told her. “As soon as I remember my name.”
She pushed up on her elbow and blinked down at him in mock confusion. “What is your name, by the way?”
