Fuck.
“Is that a yes?” I ask carefully, not believing I’m about to do this.
“Yes.” There’s weight to his word.
We both stare at each other for a minute.
I make myself move, sliding down the bed. If I think about it for another second, I’m going to freak out and I’d kick myself for the rest of my life for not getting the chance to have his cock in my mouth. The selfish part of me will make him come harder than he ever has in his life, so he wants more. I know I give a killer blow job.
He lets his knees fall open, and I settle between them, rubbing my nose along the waistband of his sweats. He smells so fucking good. Manly and musky. Like the sandalwood and amber body wash he loves so much.
I lower his pants a bit with my chin as I flick my tongue over his abs. I skim my nose through the dark patch of hair leading from his navel into his pants, like it’s the path to all my happiness.
Fuck.
He sucks in a breath, and he hardens under me. Taking the cue, I curl my fingers under the fabric of his waistband and tug. He lifts his hips, letting me pull his sweats down to his knees, fully exposing him because there is nothing on under. His dick is even better up close. It stands straight out from his body already leaking.
His fingers tighten in my hair.
“Is this still okay?” I ask before I touch him.
“Yes,” he whispers, voice heady.
I don’t go right in, planning on fully enjoying this once in a fucking lifetime opportunity. I kiss and suck the inside his thigh, barely brushing my lips over his balls as I move to the other leg. I lift up enough to drag his pants the rest of the way off, tossing them on the floor, so I have full access.
I tease my tongue over his balls and glance up to gauge his reaction. He’s sprawled out with his eyes pressed closed,head tilted back, extending his neck. Not watching but at least enjoying himself. I’ll take it.
I suck on one ball and then the other, taking my time. He groans low in his gut, and his dick gets harder. Good sign. I take it and flick my tongue along the underside of his cock.
He stiffens up the rest of the way, cock standing straight up from his body. I continue my path up his shaft to swirl my tongue on the underside of his head. He looks so fucking good stretched out in pleasure.
Pre-cum leaks from his dick, and he grabs the bed sheets with his other hand in a tight fist.
“Still okay?” I ask, hoping it’s a good sign, not a bad one.
The silence goes on a bit too long, and I panic, worried I broke the illusion by speaking.
But he gasps out, “More than.”
I go for broke and suck his tip into my mouth. He’s salty but tastes so damn good, making my mouth water. He groans, arching a little.
How long has it been since he’s had a good blow job?
I guess it has been a long time in general. He’s probably going to lose it fast. But now I really want to outdo anything he’s ever had. I use my hand, jacking him off while I tease my tongue along all the overly sensitive areas. I come off to swirl my tongue around his tip, leaving him panting.
“Don’t stop.” His hand is lost in my hair and I love it.
I grin because I’m just getting started. I just don’t want to let him come too fast. I take him back into my mouth, going a little deeper with every bob of my head, until he’s in the back of my throat.
“Fuck, fuuuck.” He’s panting as I swallow around him, and the noises he makes will haunt me the rest of my life. Wolfe is so fucking sexy I can’t take it.
I grind my hips on the sheets, needing some relief. If I’m not careful, I’ll come hands-free just listening to him.
“You’re going to make me come,” Wolfe warns.
I come off but don’t stop touching him, not wanting him to come yet. I could easily make him lose it in my mouth, but I want to make this last.
I suck on his balls and stroke his shaft lightly.
