Katrina brightened. “Ah. Well, I can work with that. Better than the alternative.” She traced her index finger over his collarbone and down his chest. “Can I tell you one of my fantasies?”
He nodded so quickly he got dizzy.
“You know the double doors on my bedroom balcony? Once I dreamt you came through them while I was sleeping and crawled into my bed. You woke me up with your mouth here.” She brought his hands up to her breasts. “And here.” She slid one of his palms down her soft belly and placed it between her legs. The cotton of her pants was damp, and grew wetter when he rubbed her through the material. “Do you want to do that someday?” she whispered. “Sneak in through my window, and lick me awake? I’d like that.”
He nodded again, helpless.
“And what would you want me to do to you?”
His gaze dropped to her lips. “I’d want the same.”
“Say it. Tell me what you need.”
“I want you to... suck me.”
“Suck you where?”
He slid his hand down his belly, under the elastic waistband of his joggers. He fisted his cock. “Right here.”
A secret smile played over her lips, and she inched thewaistband down, until she had freed him. It had been too dark to see in detail last night, but the sight of her small hand around his erection was almost more than he could bear.
But wait, there was more.
She moved down his body, her ass high in the air. He gathered up handfuls of the sheets.
A dimple popped into her cheek. “Tell me if this is wrong. I’ve never really done it before.”
“I’ve never really had it done to me,” he confessed. It had always felt far too selfish and uncomfortable and awkward.
He felt none of those things right now.
She paused. “Really really?”
“Really really.”
“Okay, then. That takes some of the pressure off.”
He tipped his head back when her breath melted over the tip of his erection, but he didn’t close his eyes. When her hand pulled a little too roughly at the head, he hissed, and she gentled immediately.
His gaze slit in pure pleasure when her lips fit over his penis. She was clumsy and a couple of times she tugged at his foreskin a little too hard, but none of that was important.
This was beyond anything he could have fantasized. She was hot and wet and perfect, and the fact she desired him enough to pleasure him like this... well, that was aphrodisiac enough, even without the visual of her lips wrapped tightly around his erection, her cheeks hollowing every time she sucked. Though that was nice too.
“Touch my hair,” she murmured against the tip of hiscock, repeating the words he’d said to her last night. “Show me what you like.”
His chest rose and fell and he tentatively let his fingers tangle up in her silky hair. He guided her gently, unsure of what would be too crass or forceful, but when she murmured in pleasure, he grew more confident. Her strokes sped up and the knot at the base of his spine drew tight. He tugged at her hair. “I’m... close.”
Her fist slid up and down his shaft, spreading the wetness. “So come, then.”
His thighs tensed and his breath came faster as she went back to torturing him. It was all too much, the feel of her mouth and hands and the sight of her. He grasped her shoulder and squeezed as his body clenched tight, the pleasure radiating up from the soles of his feet.
When the aftershocks of pleasure had faded, he stroked her hair, then urged her up. She gave him a startled look when he swiftly turned them so she was under him. “Wha—”
“My turn,” he said. Or maybe he growled it. He wasn’t sure.
“We did this yesterday, though.”
“It’s not a quota system, Katrina.”
