I licked a wide stripe up the underside of his cock, teasing the thick vein that ran its length. He gasped and angled his pelvis toward my mouth. I rolled my tongue around the tip,dipping it into the leaking slit and reaching between his legs to cup his balls, rolling them in my palms.
Sebastian’s breath hitched. “Suck them,” he ordered.
The authority in his voice sent a jolt straight to my dick. No woman had ever talked to me like that—direct, commanding, knowing precisely what they wanted. It was so fucking freeing to not have to guess.
I nuzzled into the space between his thighs and did what he asked, the taste and feel of him making my head swim and my cock throb in my jeans.
Sebastian grunted and pleaded for more. I hollowed my cheeks, and he shouted.
For a second, I wondered if I could make him come just from sucking his balls, but I wanted his cock in my mouth more than I wanted to test that theory.
I pulled away with a wet pop and grinned up at him before licking back up his shaft and fluttering my tongue over the sensitive notch just beneath his crown.
“You’re killing me,” he said breathlessly.
“You love it,” I told him, sliding him between my lips and then engulfing him fully. I gagged, spit dribbling out the corners of my mouth and tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.
But I wasn’t a quitter; I wouldn’t back off.
I breathed through my nose as I bobbed up and down, loving the feel and taste of him on my tongue.
“I do love it,” he agreed, his hips thrusting, his dick stretching my mouth wide.
I watched Sebastian’s face while I sucked him. He looked so beautiful like this—his lips parted, his eyes heavy-lidded, that strong jaw slack with pleasure.
But my own jaw was starting to ache. I was out of practice, and I didn't know how much longer I could keep this up. I wanted to make this good for him. Wanted him to rememberthis—rememberme—once tonight was over. But my jaw was screaming, and wanting to leave him dreaming about my mouth wasn’t enough to override the cramping.
Thankfully, Sebastian’s hand slid into my hair, and he tapped the back of my head, our old signal. “Tay,” he whispered. “Your hand. Use your hand.”
Relief washed through me as I pulled off and immediately wrapped my hand around his shaft, loving the way he thickened in my grip. I stroked him, slow at first, then faster as his pants became louder, his words more needy. When I rubbed my thumb over his slit, he groaned and threw back his head. I pulled off, spitting into my palm, and wrapping my slick hand around him again, working him with quick, hard strokes from base to tip, twisting slightly on the upstroke.
“Yeah, Tay. Just like that,” he bit out.
I kept up my pace until his back arched fully off the bed and he let out a loud groan, cum shooting out to coat his chest and abs and dribble over my hand.
I stroked him through it until his whole body went slack.
When his breathing finally steadied out, Sebastian propped himself up on his elbows to take in the mess, his lips curving into a smile. “I thought you wanted that in your mouth,” he teased, a strand of dark hair clinging to his damp forehead.
I lifted my hand, slick with his cum, and licked a wide stripe from my palm, enjoying the salty-sweet taste. I held his gaze, watching his expression go from amused to something hotter as I proceeded to lick up every drop—including what was on his stomach. “Mmm. Tasty.”
He shook his head, his eyes crinkling at the corners and his lips twitching like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to kiss me or laugh at me.
I lowered myself onto him, nuzzling my nose against his, hovering just shy of his mouth but not closing the distance. I’dbeen with women who refused to kiss me after I went down on them, and while that had never been a problem for Sebastian in the past, I didn’t want to make any assumptions about his likes or dislikes now.
“Can I kiss you?”
“I’d be offended if you didn’t.” He circled my neck with his palm and tugged my head down to bring our lips together. His tongue licked into my mouth and explored greedily.
His fingers tangled in the hair at my nape, and I moaned into his mouth.
The kiss turned hungrier. More demanding.
The next thing I knew, Sebastian had hooked his leg around my hip and rolled me onto my back. I’d always enjoyed being down on my knees for him, but being pinned under him was pretty fucking great, too. It feltsogood—so right—to be pinned against the mattress, his hips holding me in place.
“What do you want?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.
I wanted …
