“Have you ever come from someone going down on you?”
I shook my head. “No.” My first husband never went down there and I was too inexperienced to have expected it. My second only did it to warm me up for him.
“I get a first then.”
“You’re confident.”
That wicked grin. Then it was hidden as he moved his head between my legs and the wickedness was applied to his skill there.
He explored me with his tongue, flicking my clit, plunging into me, making me writhe around underneath him as I began to splinter.
My shoulders tensed as I came, scared and unsure, not knowing what would happen when I’d broken apart in front of him.
“Next time you come in my mouth,” he said as he looked up, my shuddering subsiding. “Stop worrying.”
He was naked, the towel having come lose. Everything about him was hard and his cock was huge, long and thick. My insides clenched and my legs parted more.
“I want you in me.” The words appeared without thought.
“Not this time. Later. When you’ve processed.”
I sat up, pleased at how his eyes moved to my tits, the desire in them clear and making me feel wanted. They were bigger than they should’ve been for my frame and if a man was a boob man, then they were an attraction. As well as the reason I stopped dancing.
“Then let me help you out. Sit back.”
He shook his head for barely a millisecond. No man ever turned down a blow job, not one who was guilt-free and interested.
I went to my knees on the floor between his legs, watching him clutch the material under his hands. His cock was big like the rest of him. Proportionate and the thought of having it inside me was enough to make me go cross-eyed. Sophie was right: my body would remember what it was like and what it didn’t know, it could imagine.
“You don’t have to…”
I suppose he was trying to be polite.
“I want to.” I moved my hand up and down his shaft, watching the drop of pre-cum form at the tip. “If I didn’t want to do this, I wouldn’t be doing it.”
“I know. Don’t judge me with how long I last.”
I moved my head forward and licked the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness and the soap he’d used in the shower. Then I started to devour him, sucking and licking and stroking, holding him. His fingers threaded through my hair, wrapping it around his hand, but he was never rough, never losing control.
I wanted to make him lose control. I wanted that power.
Jack warned me before he came, giving me an option I’d not always had. I kept him in my mouth as his orgasm erupted, swallowing in the hope it would show him that this wasn’t just something to break my dry spell.
I hoped that wasn’t all it would be.
“You’re amazing.” His words were quiet, arms attempting to pull me into his lap. “I wish every morning could be like that.”
“I would agree.” I pressed my breasts to his chest, his arms holding me.
“Question. Because we’re responsible adults. Contraception?” He kissed the top of my head.
“I’m on the Pill. No diseases.”
“I’m clean. Do you want to use condoms too?”
I felt my cheeks heat up. “No. I like the idea… I don’t like the rubber…” My words were stuttering.
His laugh was soft. “Tell me what else you know you like.”
