“I wanted to do that…”
And now that her breasts are heaving in a bra that matches her hair color, all I want to do is tear it off and see them fully.
She laughs and grabs my jeans, tugging them down. “You’ll have to wait.”
I run my fingers through her hair, tilting her face up to me. “Why’s that, Blubell?”
Instead of answering me, she dips her head and glides her tongue across the throbbing head of my cock before she sucks it into her mouth.
Jesus fucking Christ.
My body tenses as my eyes roll up into my head. It drops back on my neck, my muscles trembling as Lucky glides her tongue along the entire underside of my shaft. My hand tightens in her hair, seeking something to cling to as I spiral off into bliss with her attentions.
“Lucky…”
It’s a warning that I’m not going to last. There’s no way I could with her hot, wet mouth wrapped around me. But it doesn’t seem to deter her. In fact, my groan of barely restrained control when she draws back slightly and reaches the head only seems to urge her on further.
She sucks and then swallows, drawing me even deeper again. I hit the spongy softness of the back of her throat in a way that makes my entire body bow up in warning.
“Fuck!”
I tug on her hair, urging her off, but as she pulls back, she glides her tongue across that spot right under the head of my cock and I twitch, which only drives me into her mouth.
She moans her approval and wraps her hand around my shaft, stroking it as she sucks me down almost greedily, like she can’t wait for it when I’m the one who’s barely hanging on by a thread.
It doesn’t take long for that heated tingle to start at the base of my spine, and my balls to draw up impossibly tight.
It’s been way too fucking long since I’ve felt a woman’s touch, since anything has gotten me off beside my own hand. And even that hasn’t happened in almost a year, since any inclination for that type of release disappeared as the nightmares came.
I groan, my hips wanting to thrust, to drive into her, to move, and she reaches out with her free hand and clutches my ass, urging me forward, encouraging me to do precisely what my body craves.
Fucking hell, this woman.
And I can’t stop it.
I start to move in time with her motions. The twisting of her palm on my slick shaft. The licking and intense suction. It crescendos into a symphony of pleasure and agony that I can’t take anymore.
Sweet torture.
“Lucky, I’m gonna come.”
I feel, rather than see, her smile around my cock, and she somehow manages to suck me even deeper before she draws back on my shaft with a suction so tight my feet lift up onto my toes and I’m coming straight down her throat.
Wave after wave of pleasure surges through me as I unleash hot spurts that she swallows down greedily. Each one feels like releasing something that’s been pent up for far too long—all that tension, worry, and fear melting away as she brings me pure ecstasy.
By the time I’m done and she finally pulls free from my cock, I can barely open my eyes to gaze down at her. I brush my thumb across her swollen bottom lip, hovering only an inch from where she still clutches my shaft. “Fucking hell. That was…”
Raising a pleased brow, she waits for me to come up with a word to describe it, but all I can do is shake my head and grin at her.
All my brain seems capable of doing right now is floating in this post-orgasmic haze.
Speaking isn’t possible.
But I still need more. Of her.
She releases me and returns my smile, and I bend down to drag my jeans the rest of the way off before I seize her mouth with mine. Her tongue glides along my own, the taste of my release still lingering there, and all I want to do is taste her, to feast on her, to give her what she just gave me ten-fold.
I reach behind her and unhook her bra, and she slides the straps down her arms and lets it fall to the floor as she shifts back on the bed.
