His mouth parted like he wasn’t sure he’d read my lips right.Research?
“Videos, articles, erotica.” I smiled, nerves and excitement twisting together in my belly.
This might very well have been my first up-close-and-personal experience with a penis, but I was an eager student. And there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that Bennett would be one hell of a teacher.
“Tell me what you like,” I mouthed.
His eyes darkened, a shaky breath leaving him. He nodded, one hand moving to cup my jaw gently, thumb tracing my lower lip. He guided his tip to my waiting mouth, jerking forward when my tongue darted out to taste him.
Not too fast,he signed.Take your time.
I laughed softly, the vibration humming against the head, and he twitched again. Feeling encouraged, I licked a slow stripe down the side, all the way to where his cock ended in a flush ofwarm skin and dark hair. I started kissing my way back up, this time tracing the prominent vein along the underside as I went.
His fingers tightened in my hair when I swirled my tongue around the smooth crown. My eyes jumped up to meet his.
Do that again. Please.
I did, tracing the ridge and exploring the smooth foreskin before sliding his cock into my mouth.
My lips stretched around his thickness, and I sank down inch by inch, gagging slightly when he hit the back of my throat. I pulled off him with a wet pop.
“The videos don’t mention that part,” I confessed, face burning with embarrassment.
Baby, I don’t care if you gag,he signed shakily.But I also don’t expect you to deepthroat me your first time. You should enjoy it, too.
His blunt honesty made me clench between my thighs. I dove back in, hollowing my cheeks. My hand wrapped around the base, stroking what I couldn’t take, twisting gently on every move up.
This time, when his cock reached my throat, Bennett held me there.
Breathe,he mouthed.
I focused on my breathing, relaxing my throat to let him continue in another inch. And then another, taking him farther until my nose brushed the trimmed hair at his base.
Tears pricked my eyes, but the way he groaned silently, head thumping back against the tile before snapping forward again to watch me more than made up for it.
Goddamn, Bella. Your mouth is heaven.
The praise sent heat rushing through me.
His breathing grew ragged, hips rolling in shallow, careful thrusts he clearly fought to keep gentle. Every few seconds, he checked my eyes, reading my comfort in my expression, adjusting when I nodded or pulled back for air.
“Look at me,” he ordered, using his voice and hands. His face was all sharp lines and hunger. “God, you set me on fucking fire, Bella. My perfect girl, on her knees for me.”
I hummed around him, the vibration making his thighs tense under my palms. He rewarded me with another low groan, fingers flexing in my hair, holding me steady like he needed the anchor.
And in that moment, watching careful restraint ripple through every muscle in his body, I wondered what it looked like when he really let go.
Completely.
No gentleness or slow, measured rolls of his hips. Just raw, unrestrained need.
Bennett taking what he wanted, fucking my throat until his control shattered, until the man who always asked, watched, cared, turned into something primal and desperate. I could almost see it now—his hand fisting my hair tighter, hips snapping forward without apology, the tile wall taking the brunt of his palm as he braced himself and used my mouth like he’d been starving for it.
The image hit me so hard, my core clenched, slick heat pooling between my thighs even as I knelt on the cold bathroom floor.
He must have felt the shift in me because his control slipped a fraction. His hips snapped forward sharply, making me gag again, and he immediately caught himself, exhaling a shaky curse.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” A long groan poured from his mouth. “You’re too good at this”
