She flicked the buttons on his fly front open and lowered it, letting his cock, which was already fully hard, bounce free. He grunted rather than answered her, his legs flexed as she reached out a finger and traced his length.
“Watch me, Cam,” she whispered, and smiled when he jolted. She liked that. She liked all of this. “Watch me take your control lick by lick, suck by suck.”
He nodded jerkily and stared as she lowered her mouth to him. She examined the fine cock displayed for her enjoyment. He truly was a specimen, and she already knew how much pleasure he could give. But how much could he take?
She darted out her tongue and gave the length of him a teasing lick. He bit out a breath and his body tensed. She smiled up at him. “I’d wager you want to rip that flimsy little cravat in half.”
He nodded wordlessly.
“But you won’t,” she taunted, and bent her head to lick him again, this time with more pressure. He tasted clean and a little salty. She licked again, and this time she held back a moan.
Oh, this was going to be as much a test of her own control as his. And she was more than ready to pass or fail. Either way, she’d get everything she wanted.
Jane swirled her tongue around the sensitive head of his cock and Ripley shuddered from the intense pleasure. Her mouth was so hot, so wet, and she was very good at what she was doing that he feared he might forget everything but this.
Only he didn’t like that she felt she had to force him to do her bidding. So as she sucked him, he worked at the knot behind his back. It wasn’t tied very tightly. She clearly hadn’t wanted to damage him, just keep him from forcing her hand.
But he had no intention of doing that.
When she gripped him, sliding her hand up and down his length while she rolled her tongue around him once more, he couldn’t hold back his moan. His fingers faltered in his work and pleasure streaked up his length, through his balls, his veins, dancing along his skin.
His reaction seemed to spur her on. She watched him, dark blue eyes locked with his as she licked and stroked, back and forth, her tongue leaving wetness for her hand to roll through so that the way was lubricated. He found himself lifting a little, meeting her strokes and finally her mouth as she took him inside and sucked.
Stars exploded in his vision, but he continued to loosen the knot. He freed it at last, but didn’t draw his hands from behind his back. He would prove he was capable of allowing her what she needed, whether that was giving or receiving pleasure.
She took him deeper into her throat, deeper still, until she had the full length of him in her mouth. Her tongue beat out a rhythm as she pumped over him, stroked over him, and built him, on and on, toward release.
“Fuck,” he moaned, knocking his head back on the settee cushion. “That feels so good, Janie.”
She moaned against him, the vibration adding to the sensation. She had built his pleasure brick by brick, lick by lick, but he was beginning to feel the edges of it fray. He would come soon, there would be no stopping it. And he so wanted to have it be after he watched her shatter around him.
He tried to focus. “I’m going to spend,” he said. “And if you want me to shatter and give you every drop, I will. But I want to be inside you, Jane. I want to bury deep into you while you moan and cry out my name. I want to feel you come and watch you go weak with pleasure.
She lifted her head from his cock and braced her hands on his thighs. “I-I want that, too,” she whispered. “I thought making you come would be enough, but I’m wild with you, Cam. Let me untie you.”
He pulled his hands from behind his back and held them up to show her they were already unbound. “No need.”
She rocked back a little. “Wait…you untied yourself? When?”
“A while ago.” He caught her elbows and drew her up. She settled her legs on either side of him and together they shoved her chemise up around her stomach. She wore nothing beneath but her stockings and she gasped as he reached between them and stroked his cock along the already wet heat of her.
“You don’t have to force me,” he said, “in order to trust me, Jane. If you ask, I’ll always do as you need. As you wish. I promise.”
She blinked down at him, her gaze suddenly foggy and filled with emotion. She cupped his cheeks and leaned in to kiss him as her body opened to him and he slid inside gently. She groaned into his mouth and then whispered, “You may be the only man I’d ever believe that from.”
“Good.”
He caught her hips and helped her rock. She ground against him, her hands pressing into his shoulders, her legs gripping around his thighs through his trousers. And she was right. There was something lascivious about being spread out on this settee with all his clothes on, being ridden to the edge of madness. Something he never wanted to end, even though the sharp edge of release was right there.
It seemed it was for her too. Her strokes became wilder, faster. Her moans and groans began to echo on the air. She arched her back and her body began to grip his in harsh, rippling waves. She keened, tears coming down her cheeks, cries incoherent with pleasure.
His own pleasure was uncontainable now, streaking through his cock, burning through his veins, making him more animal than man. He shifted her onto her back, pulling her leg up over his thigh, and took her in long, heavy strokes as she continued to arch and wail beneath him. He held out as long as he could, savoring every moment, but at last it was too much and he withdrew. Her fingers tangled with his and together they pumped him to completion between them before he collapsed down over her, pressing his mouth to her neck and her shoulders, her cheeks and at last her lips. He never wanted to let her go.
And he refused to think about the moment when he’d be forced to do just that.
Jane had experienced a great deal of sex and yet what she shared with Ripley was entirely unique. It was, of course, what she’d feared from the first moment they met, when the connection had felt so raw and powerful. Friendship had pushed it aside—she’d ignored it rather than fallen into it.
But when his body was joined with hers? When their panting breaths merged and their sweat mingled? In those moments she knew that he felt different because he was. He was more. He was everything.
