A hiss escapes him, and his hand falls to his cock where he starts pumping.
I don’t mind. I actually want him to do whatever makes him feel good, and if that’s it, then he can pump all he wants.
“Shit. Again,” he moans, the muscles in his neck flexing.
I move to his other nipple and do the same thing. With every nibble, I can feel him pull harder on his cock until he starts moving more rapidly under me as if he’s getting close, so I pull away.
He groans but doesn’t protest. Instead, he removes his hand from his cock and lies still, waiting for my next move, his chest heaving.
I lift and catch a glimpse of his threatening length, stretching up his stomach, looking for release. It’s so sexy that I almost forget what I’m doing.
Kissing away his pain.
“Roll over,” I say.
“Lilly, no,” he says.
“I want to see them, explore them. Love them. Please?” I ask.
“They’re ugly.”
“They mean the world to me,” I say. “They’re battle wounds for our love. Please, Keller.”
With a sigh, he turns over, revealing his back. I’ve looked at his scars a few times now, but never this close. I smooth my hand over the top one and whisper, “Does it hurt?”
“No,” he answers.
So I lean down and press a kiss along the long, thin scar. His back tenses, but he doesn’t say anything, so I do the same to the next and work my way down his back until I reach the very bottom. Then I work my way back up, his back growing less and less tense with each pass.
When I reach the top, I say, “Can you get up on your knees?”
He doesn’t ask what I have planned, doesn’t even question me. He lets me take the lead and that only makes this so much hotter for me.
When he’s up on all fours, I work my way behind him and spread his legs wider. His balls hang right in front of me so I rub my thumb along the seam between them. A harsh hiss passes through his lips as his cock jolts from the touch.
“I’ve missed playing with you, my king,” I say as I palm his balls and gently roll them with my fingers.
“You’re such a good girl, knowing exactly what your man wants. But harder, love.”
“I will,” I say as I move under him, between his legs, which he spreads just a bit more to accommodate my shoulders. His cock moves in front of my mouth, so I lightly blow on it while I grip his balls tighter.
“Yes, Lilly,” he says. “Just like that.” I press a kiss to the very tip of him, precum running across my lips as I smooth one finger over his seam and to the spot right behind his balls, and I press down on the sensitive flesh. “Fuck,” he says harshly, his pelvis jolting. “Open your mouth.”
“I thought this was on my terms.”
“Open your goddamn mouth,” he says, making me smile because he wouldn’t say it unless he needed it.
I open my mouth and guide him in as I continue to pulse my finger against his perineum, pleasuring the sensitive spot and urging his pleasure to spike with each press.
His hips move so he’s lightly fucking my mouth. I suck down on his length while he makes the movement, keeping it so I’m only sucking the tip, but from the shake in his body, I know he wants to go farther.
“Open wider,” he groans while I tug on his balls just enough that I know I’m bordering pain and ecstasy for him. “Fuck me,” he mutters and presses deeper into my mouth, causing me to gag.
“I’m okay,” I say before he can ask.
“Fuck, I need to go deeper. Open your mouth wider, Lilly.” Relinquishing control, I open my mouth, breathe through my nose, and he pulses deeper, hitting the back of my throat. “Motherfucker,” he says as he does it again, and again, but then gives me a moment to relax. When I open my mouth back up, he does the same thing.
The next time he pulls out, I run my finger over his soaking cock, gathering the wetness, and when he goes to pulse back inside me, I run my wet finger to his behind and slowly insert it.
