“You really do surprise me sometimes.”
She giggles, arching her eyebrow. “Am I too much?”
“No,” I reply, emotion seizing my voice. I rub my hand over my heart. “I could not possibly ever get enough of you. But I’m damn sure gonna try.”
The brunette beauty sits up suddenly, leaning forward and pushing me back into the cushions of the couch.
“So,” she whispers, crawling over me and hovering, hands and knees on either side of me. “I’m also clean, and a sage soul once told me that you have to be kind of naughty sometimes to get what you want. Mind if I test out this theory?”
The sound of my fly unzipping makes my heart leap. In my wildest dreams, I never saw tonight headed this direction.
“Is that a trick question?” I manage before her soft, warm fingers dig into the waistband of my boxer briefs. She struggles to pull them down. My eyes roll back in my head as my hips inch off the couch to help, anticipation humming through me like electrical currents.
“I don’t know if I’ll be any good at this, Ambrose. So, my apologies in advance. But it’s all I’ve been able to think about all week … along with other things …”
“Oh, God.” I exhale as the wet heat of her tongue slides over the tip of my shaft. My whole body trembles as I fight the brutal urge to come instantly.
“Are you okay?” she asks, playfully teasing my head with her velvety tongue.
“More okay than I’ve ever been,” I murmur, ready to surrender entirely to the promise written in her eyes and sealed with her tongue.
Her lips slide over my girth, hand coming up to stroke my balls as my hips arch. “Fuck, Sparky.”
“Am I doing alright?”
“Hell, yes. As long as you don’t use your teeth, there’s nothing you could do wrong.”
Her teeth graze teasingly over my vulnerable flesh, testing the edge of trust as pressure builds at the base of my spine
“You sure do like to play with danger, though,” I manage on a ragged breath.
“And fire, too.”
I’m sunk to my neck in bliss, barely able to grasp that my dream girl is bringing my fantasies to life.
Taking me into her mouth, she groans, delicious vibrations shuddering through me.
“You’re a goddamned natural,” I exclaim. “Fuck, Catalina, you’re killing me.”
She sucks me hard this time, cheeks hollowing as I lift my head, and our eyes meet. Her librarian glasses have slunk down the bridge of her nose again, her tight hair bun transformed into a thousand curling tendrils as her mouth dispossesses me of all possible restraint.
Her mouth slides back and forth with each pass, throat burying me deeper. Her fingertips return to my balls, teasing and caressing them as I strain to hold on.
The education in her books is definitely something I can get behind.
Relaxing her throat, she pushes my head past her tonsils, and I see stars.
“Fuck!” I scream as my last threads of willpower snap, and I thrust my hips forward, growling as hot cum spills into her mouth.
I half expect her to pull back, shocked. Maybe look for somewhere to spit. To my amazement, we lock eyes as she swallows wave after wave of my release.
Catalina sits back, eyes appraising me as I catch my breath. My mind spins as I try to pull myself back together, become something more than a wrecked mess of pleasure.
“Keep reading those damn books of yours, Sparky,” I tease between gulps of air. “Before you know it, you’ll have your PhD in pleasure.”
She moans, slowly licking her lips. “PhD? Wouldn’t I need a teacher for that?”
“Ready and willing.”
