“I. Don’t. Suck. Wood.”
“Um. Why?”
“Religious reasons.”
“Francine,” I close my eyes. “Stop playing with me right now.”
“I’m being serious.”
“Right. And which religion has no sucking dick in the guidelines?”
“You mocking me?”
“No,” I collect myself. Though it’s disappointing, I’ll power through because I need this. “I mean. There are other ways, right?”
My pants are barely down my legs before I enter her. My only wish is I could experience her without the burning lust fueling us both. I want to be intimate with her. Slow down the fire that always wraps us up. But maybe next time.
Next time we’ll be sweet. Next time I’ll take my time.
Next…fuck.
Her moans cloud all my thoughts. That and her grip.
I can’t cum first this time. I gotta hold on but it’s hard, especially when she’s looking at me like that. And she’s gripping me like this.
Mmm.
My strokes deepened into something else. She syncs to me and our hips rock.
“Bari…” she whimpers out.
“Yes, Jelly?”
“Go slow…”
I almost don’t believe it. I look down at her to see her eyes close and her mouth ajar. She’s opening up to me, like she did in the hotel. I’d pay a fortune just to peek into her mindset right now.
I’m so intrigued by the change I can’t even focus on myself anymore. It’s all about her.
What does she need me to do?
How does this feel?
Does she feel comfortable?
I watch closely, looking for any changes in her response, reading every facial expression like it’s the Bible.
“You like this?” I coax. She just nods and bites her lips. I can tell she doesn’t trust herself to speak.
She's so beautiful.
I’m lucky I even got a second chance in her bed, even if I’m just watching in amazement as she uses me for her own pleasure.
When she’s close, her fingertips dig into my forearm and her body shifts.
“Too… big,” she chokes out.
“Don’t hurt yourself.”
