“It’s not usually this way.” Humor glinted in his eyes. “That nightgown helped.”
The heat of her hand on him as she carefully petted his veined beast aroused him even more. He swelled ever the more at her rapt look, as her grip expanded around him.
“Explore me,” he invited.
She gently stroked him up, rubbing the pad of her thumb under his weeping head before sliding her fist down his shaft, moving the supple skin over the rigid core.
“Am I doing this right?” she whispered. “Will you show me what to do? How to please you?”
He took her hand and taught her how to touch him. The pace and pressure he liked. When she perfected the supple slide of skin over the rigid core, he grew dizzy with desire.
His stones pulsed, steamy pressure building in his shaft. His hand lifted to her face, and his thumb ran over her lips, pressing softly into the plump bottom lip.
Her answer was to flick the tip of her tongue on his fingers before she swiped a leak a bead of seed off his tip with the finger... she paused, then licked it off.
Her nose wrinkled before she leaned in and flickered her tongue over his crown, and a breathless grunt left him as he watched her little pink tongue flick back and forth over his swollen dome
Then she fitted her lips over the tip of his cock and gave a light, awkward suck, before she licked him like she would do an ice from Gunther’s. She did it again, and he didn’t know whether to laugh or groan at the exquisite torment of being treated to inexperienced fellatio.
“Wrap your lips around me,” he instructed, as he fisted himself, a voracious hunger birthing in his gut, the way her gaze followed the movement of his hand as he pleasured himself. “Take as much in your mouth as you can and suckle first.”
As she did, a surge of pleasure shot to his head like a cannonball. “Try relaxing your jaw and breathing through your nose. Watch your teeth.”
He slid his hand into her hair, holding her steady while she gingerly took more of him inside. Fire blazed down his spine as she took him deeper and deeper, and his length disappeared between her pure pink lips.
“Bloody hell,” he grunted.
He tried to control the pace, to not demand too much of her on her first foray into this type of intimacy—but it soon became clear that she was a quick study.
His hand was lax in her hair as she pleasured him with a dainty fervor that filled him with lust and wonder.
When he nudged the end of her throat, she coughed, the reflexive squeeze making his neck snap back in bliss. God, it was too much. With an oath, he wrenched himself from scorching mouth.
“Why did you do that? I’m not finished,” she pouted.
This close to exploding, he gritted out, “I was about to spend.” Her brow furrowed.
“So?”
“So, it’s not polite to spend in a lady’s mouth.” He grasped her hand and placed it on him. “Stroke me instead.”
She stroked him with both hands, his pre-seed lubricating her touch, and Ariadne ignored his order, placed her lips on him again, and his hips bucked as she lapped at his erection.
He could not tear his eyes away from how her pink tongue worked over the fat, glossy dome, then down the veined shaft. He pulled her away in the nick of time as he exploded, hot creamy heat, into the closure of his fist.
“I like this,” she breathed.
“I thought you might,” he murmured as he hauled her up. “Now, tell me what you want to do to you.”
“Umm,” she blushed. “You don’t need to.”
His brows lifted, “Is that so?”
“Yes,” she said, reddening like a tomato. “I—I already did. =
Chuckling, Cedric righted his clothes and stood, pulling her with him. Doing the bows back up, he brushed a hand over her side. “I like this.”
“Good,” she said. “Because I have three more, in different variations, coming.”
