I grin and say, “You didn’t have one.”
“No, but you did, and I can still taste it on my tongue. Believe me, I’m as drunk on pleasure as you are. That was amazing, Van, and I want to do it again as soon as possible.”
“I like this plan,” I tell him, making him smile.
He presses his lips to mine and kisses me softly, letting me explore his mouth and my own unique taste that he’s stillcovered in. When I wrap my legs around him, he moans and rocks against me, reminding me that he’s still very hard, and what kind of person would I be if I made him stay like this?
When I press on his shoulder, he lets me move him so he’s on his back. He sees the determined look in my eyes and starts to shake his head.
“Van, you don’t have to do this.”
“I want to do this,” I tell him, already reaching for the button of his jeans. “It’s on your life list, remember?”
He’s grinning, but I don’t miss the way he also glances at the door. “It is, but we’ve already been gone a while.”
I pull his zipper down and ask, “You planning on taking a long time?”
His laugh is easy and genuine and there’s no hint of embarrassment in his voice when he says, “I doubt I last thirty seconds, if I’m being honest. I nearly came when you did. I had to force myself not to, and I’m still so close that it won’t take much to push me over the edge.”
When I open his pants and reach my hand into his boxer briefs, he hisses out a breath at the feel of my fingers wrapping around him to pull him free.
“You sure you want to do this, Van?”
I run my eyes over the sight of him, so thick and swollen, pre-cum beading and sliding down his head, and I quickly nod. “I’m sure,” I say before leaning down and running my tongue over his slit, lapping up his arousal as he groans my name and weaves his fingers into my hair.
“Goddamn,” he whispers, and then gently fists my hair and pulls me back. “Hang on.” He scoots back so he’s leaning against my headboard with a wicked grin on his face, looking every bit like every teenage fantasy I ever had. “I want to watch. I want to memorize every second of this moment.”
“I might be terrible at it,” I warn while I scoot so I’m sitting beside him. “You might want to prepare yourself for that.”
“There’s no way in hell you’re going to be bad at it,” he says with absolute confidence in my oral sex skills. I really hope he’s right. He cups my face and runs his thumb along my lips. “You can stop whenever you want. If you hate it, don’t keep going.”
I kiss the pad of his thumb. “I won’t hate it, but I promise I’ll stop if I do.”
Satisfied with my answer, his fingers slip back into my hair when I lower down. I let my mouth hover over his thick head, and I know he feels my breath hitting his skin by the way his own hitches on a soft moan.
“I want to take my time with you,” I admit. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know I want to devour every inch of this man’s body and savor every second of it.
“God, I would fucking love that, Van,” he says, but we both know now isn’t the time for that.
It doesn’t stop me from ignoring the large cock in front of my face, though, as I dip my head and kiss along his hip and then the impossibly hard lines of his lower abs. He watches everything I do, keeping my hair pulled back so nothing obstructs his view, and when I suck at the skin near the base of his cock, he rocks his hips and groans my name.
“Van, you’re killing me, sweetheart. I’m going to come as soon as you put your mouth on me.”
I grin and nuzzle his thick shaft before running my tongue over his balls. “Tomorrow night, I’m going to spend a very long time with my head betweenyourlegs,” I tell him before wrapping my lips around the delicate skin and giving a soft suck that makes him arch up again and bite down on his bottom lip so he doesn’t cry out. I let him go, licking up the spit I’d left behind. “And you’re going to tell me exactly what feels good.”
“This, Jesus, this feels good,” he quickly says, his voice deeper than usual and strained, just like the rest of his body is right now. He’s desperate for more, but instead of grabbing my head and slamming into me, he’s letting me stay in control, even if it is costing him.
I give him a soft kiss. “Good to know.”
Then with my eyes on his, I bring my lips back to his head and slowly sink my mouth onto him. The love and awe on his face right now makes me an instant fan of blowjobs. I love doing this for him, love giving him the kind of pleasure that makes you want to sink to your knees in gratitude because you know there’s nothing else on earth like it. He just did it for me, and now I want to do it for him.
I run my tongue over him, gauging his reaction, and when I hit the ridge of skin that makes him hiss out a breath, I do it again. I lap at his dick, swirling my tongue and moaning when I feel the way he pulses and swells in my mouth, growing even bigger. Testing the waters, I sink a little deeper onto him and then slowly suck my way back up.
“Fuck, Van, I’m not gonna last long.” He groans when I slide back down again. “God, you look beautiful with my dick in your mouth.”
I don’t stop. I keep going, trying to take as much of him in as I can. I’m sure a lot of women look a whole lot sexier than I do while doing this, but Niki doesn’t seem to mind at all that I’m less than graceful or that I occasionally gag. He seems mesmerized by the sight of me drooling and choking while I make a lot of sloppy wet noises. His arousal sparks my own, and when I moan around him and then lightly drag my nails along his abs, he clenches his jaw so tightly I see the veins in his neck.
“I’m close,” he warns through gritted teeth, giving me a chance to pull off if that’s what I want.
