“Fuck,” he shouted as the first spurt hit her tongue. “Oh God, fuck, oh…oh…yes.”
He kept coming, and she kept sucking, swallowing his release, pressing her thighs together against the desire pulsing in her core. She was ridiculously turned on by getting him off. The expression on his face was quite possibly the most erotic thing she’d ever seen, a mixture of desperation and ecstasy and relief.
Finally, his hips stilled, his muscles going slack. He slid out of her mouth, pulling her against him as his knees buckled and he sank to the kitchen floor, taking her with him.
“Goddamn, woman.” He held her tight, his chest heaving against hers, his whole body shaking in the aftermath of his release. “I don’t know how I survived ten years without that.”
“I don’t either,” she answered as she tucked him back into his jeans and zipped him up. “There. Now we can slow down and enjoy ourselves.”
“Not until I’ve evened the playing field,” he said, drawing her into his lap. “If I hadn’t been so damn desperate, I had planned to take care of you first.”
“I do appreciate a man with a ‘ladies’ first’ policy,” she said as she dipped her head to kiss him. “But in this situation, you definitely deserved to cut the line.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” he murmured into her mouth, his fingers working at the button of her jeans. “Repeatedly.”
“No objections.” Her breath caught as his hand slid inside her jeans, cupping her through her panties.
“You’re so wet for me.” There was a hint of wonder in his voice, reminding her of the reality of his situation, although she was relieved to know this wasn’t the first time he’d touched a woman.
She squirmed against him as he pushed her panties to the side. The position was awkward, but he lifted her up slightly in his lap, maximizing his leverage as the pad of his thumb scraped over her clit, sending her mind whirling. He stroked her, building a rhythm with his fingers, and holy shit, that blow job had really done a number on her, because she was already climbing toward release, her body throbbing beneath his touch.
He shifted, pushing first one, then a second big, strong finger inside her, and she cried out in relief, rocking in his lap as he took her right over the edge. Release pulsed through her, leaving her panting in his arms.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, bringing his mouth to hers for a kiss. He slid his hand out of her jeans, and she straddled him, deepening the kiss, not entirely surprised to feel him already semi-hard inside his jeans. He had a lot of lost time to make up for. And if their warm-up session was any indication, she was going to enjoy every minute.
