“Fuck,” he groans and throws his head back. He’s about to come, and she’s only just started. A lick to his tip has him ready to explode. Then there’s warm heat. He freezes, not breathing, not moving.Just taking in the feeling of her mouth on him. When he raises his head to peek down at her, she’s meeting his eyes, head bobbing up and down with hollowed cheeks. She’s going to kill him, going to suck his brains out of his dick. He can’t help it when he drops back down on the bed, hands fisting the sheets.
“Your mouth, baby. Damn. You like my cock in your mouth? You like sucking me?”
It feels so good, better than his own hand has ever felt. He can’t imagine anything feeling any better than what she’s currently doing. She slides off him and down to take one of his balls in her mouth. He quickly brings his hand down to squeeze at the base of his dick because, fuck, he wants to make this last. Probably the only blowjob he’ll ever get from his mate.
He can feel her move back up and take his cock in her mouth. She goes down deep.
“I’m gonna-”
She takes him deeper, and he explodes down her throat, hips thrusting up into her mouth while he moans loudly. She sucks him gently till he begins to soften. Best orgasm ever.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chloe
Axel seemed to like the blowjob, really seemed to like it. She thinks they’re done. Kissing his thighs lightly, running her fingers through the hair. Then he’s sitting up, leaning forward, and pulling her up from the floor till she’s straddling his lap.
“That was...that was amazing. I want...I want to kiss you, taste you.”
All she can do is nod before his mouth is on hers, kissing her hard and licking into her mouth like he needs it. She kisses back just as enthusiastically. His hands are all over her, rubbing her back, down her sides, gripping her hair. He turns her head and latches onto her neck, sucking and biting. She loves that he’ll leave a mark, her possessive bear.
Quickly, he flips her onto her back, a surprised huff leaving her lips before he’s kissing her again. Deep and strong. She’s never felt so overwhelmed by a kiss. She knows she’s wet, dripping. And when his hand skates lower to her hip, she rolls her hips a littlein encouragement. She wants him to touch her there. Wants to feel his big fingers fill her up. He pulls on the side of her thong as if asking for permission, and she rolls her hips again in response.
Axel starts kissing down her body. Neck, collarbones, the middle of her chest, nipples. He bites and sucks them gently, enough to drive her wild till she’s mewling at the sensation. Down further to the soft parts of her stomach. Running his hands up and down her sides to then bracket her hips. When he gets lower, she opens her legs a little wider. She thinks she knows what he’s going to do, that he’s going to put his mouth on her, down there. But she doesn’t want to assume. Maybe he just licks her once, tasting her before moving back up her body. Maybe he kisses her there, and then he’s done. She’s been let down too many times with oral sex to assume he’s going to really eat her out.
But he nuzzles her there, rubbing his nose on her mound till he’s moving deeper and kissing her through her underwear.
“You smell fantastic, baby, like the best nectar. My honeysuckle.”
She can only grip the sheets and close her eyes, it’s too much and not enough at once. She should pull him back up to kiss her so he stops this teasing, but she opens her legs a little wider instead.
He’s kissing her, licking and sucking through her thong, and she can feel the wetness from his mouth. When he pulls her thong to the side and licks her tentatively, she moans, back arching off the bed. Her moan seems to encourage him, and he dives back in, tip of his tongue licking her repeatedly.
“Off,” he grumbles, pulling at her panties. She lifts her hips as he slides them down before he’s licking back between her legs. The wet warmth of his tongue is driving her wild. He spreads her lips open and sucks on her clit, tongue stroking it in rhythm. She’s close, she can feel the heat in her spine, the growing sensation in her belly. Her moans increase, and so does his pace, licking furiously, the stubble on his face creating delicious friction that she chases with the rocking of her hips.
Chloe can feel she’s coming the moment before. It’s like time slows, and she stiffens her body, all there is is the sound of him eating her out, wet and sloppy as he goes to town on her. He hums, and it goes straight to her clit, and then she’s coming, hard and fast, it rips through her. Back arching, loud moan, shaking legs. When she comes down, she feels like she lost some time. He’s still sucking and licking her, and she has to touch his head gently to get his attention. When Axel lifts his head to look at her, his mouth is wet, and so is the stubble on his face. ‘I did that’, she thinks.
He’s up kissing her before she knows it. She can taste sweetness in his mouth, and she realizes that’s her taste. She loves it, licking into his mouth and chasing the flavor. He brackets her body on his elbows, holding himself up. There’s a hardness at her hip, and she lifts her pelvis to rock against it, he moans.
She wants him inside her, filling her up. Wants to feel him bare, fucking her hard and deep. But she knows that’s not responsible. His cock is big and pressing into her belly as he rocks down.
“Do you have condoms?” she asks. His gaze is fuzzy, like he’s not sure he heard her, and maybe theyshould be going slower. Maybe they can have penetrative sex later. Maybe he wants to wait still.
“Yeah, one sec.” He kisses her again before he’s off the bed and out the door. She hears him downstairs, drawers opening and closing before he’s bounding back up the stairs. Cock bobbing in front of him as he stalks into the room. He tosses the box on the bed before lowering his body down again, kissing her neck.
“We don’t have to. We can go slow if you want. I know you haven’t before.”
He pulls back to look at her.
“I want to. I’ve never wanted anything more.”
She nods and pulls him to her. This time their kiss is slow, measured. It’s deep and soft at the same time, it’s special. He’s kissing her like he loves her, like he’s pouring himself into the kiss, and it warms her heart to think he cares about her. She doesn’t remember ever getting kissed like this, even when she thought she was in love. Even then, it doesn’t compare to right now with him. He’s better, his kisses, the way he took her apart. It’s everything she’s wanted in life. She grips his shoulder a little tighter, fighting back the tears threatening to spill. They’re happy tears, tears of joy, of feeling so cared for it’s ridiculous.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
He brushes her hair back from her face, kissing her cheeks lightly.
“Nothing. I’m just happy. Being with you...it makes me happy.”
