He’s in control now, and I stare up at him, waiting. Trusting.
His chest rises on a deep inhale that he holds for several seconds before letting it out.
“Remember that first night we met in Denver?”
I nod.
He runs his thumb over my lips. “I made Jess walk to the convenience store down the street from the venue before we left so I could have ten minutes alone in the van. I came so hard thinking about fucking this gorgeous mouth.”
Unable to help myself, I run my hands up the back of his thighs and stop below his ass cheeks. “Do it,” I tell him.
“Open,” he says.
Gripping him at the base, I do and swirl my tongue around the tip before taking him in. He’s big. So much bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with.
The muscles in his ass tighten, he sucks in a breath, and his hooded eyes drift closed. “Christ, Soph, I love your mouth.” It’s a sexy sigh.
Sucking, I back off, pausing a second before taking him deeper.
When his eyes open, they meet mine, and his hips slowly engage.
I hum and let him set the pace. He decides how deep to thrust.
This is new for me. Not just eye contact, but I’ve never conceded control like this when I’ve gone down on someone. I never trusted any man I’ve been with enough. Until now.
“More?” he asks.
I nod ever so slightly.
When he hits the back of my throat, my eyes water.
“Okay?” He checks in again as he pulls back.
I hum my approval, gripping his ass to reassure him.
Dark eyes still on me, he winds my hair around each hand once. “You’ll let me know if it’s too much?”
Backing off, I tell him, “I want this as much as you do, Ev.”
When I wrap my lips around him, that’s all the permission he needs. Eyes locked, he eases into it to test limits, but the pace picks up quickly and before long what’s happening can only be described as fucking. And it’s hot. I can feel another orgasm spiraling deep in my belly.
“I’m so close, Soph,” he pants. “I wanna come on your tits.”
When he releases my hair, I release him and finally break eye contact as I watch him step back a few inches, fist his cock, and stroke. I forget to breathe as I take it all in. Those perfect hands, tight abs, the trail of dark hair that descends between that V that cuts within his hips. He’s a fucking masterpiece.
When my eyes climb to meet his again, he says, “Here it comes.Fuck.” He draws out the word as I feel the first hot pulse hit my chest. He pinches his eyes closed in ecstasy, and I know I’ll never get tired of seeing this expression on his face. It might be fleeting, but it’s bliss. With each twitch, he coats me.
And I’m not sure I’ve ever been more turned on than I am right now.
Standing, I look down at my chest and run my two fingers through the smear. It’s still warm to the touch. After tracing a figure eight around and between each breast, I raise them to my mouth and lick.
“Christ, this is better than I imagined,” he says, almost to himself.
“I didn’t think I had a kink, but maybe it’s being sticky with your cum,” I tell him, with a smile.
That’s all it takes and his mouth is on mine, and I’m being pushed onto the bed.
It’s another hour and two more orgasms before we sleep.
