But he opened them, to answer. “Fuck. Fuck, I have no idea. I don’t know.”
“Yes you do. I can tell you do.”
“Really? Then answer it yourself.”
“To be honest, I think it’s neither. I think you’re still hard because you’ve been imagining all the things that might possibly come next. All the sucking and fucking and coming all over each other that we could do, if I somehow managed to persuade you.”
“I haven’t thought about fucking. Not about fucking.”
“But the sucking and coming thing is right, huh?”
He swallowed, thickly.
But he answered.
Oh, he answered. “It might have some basis in truth.”
“You don’t have to say might.”
“It feels like I do.”
“Then I should probably tell you how much I want that, too. How much I want you to stroke your big, thick cock until you’re close, so close. And then, just as you’re about to burst, you ask me to open my mouth so you can come all over my tongue.”
She licked her lips, on the last word—just to give him a real visual.
Though, she didn’t think he needed it. The moment she described what he could do if he wanted to, his hips actually jerked up. His eyes went dark, as if he was seeing past her and right to that—to his come, filling her mouth.
And it showed in his fumbling words.
“Fuck. Fuck. That—I would never ask for that—”
“I know. ButIwould. I would ask you to do it that way.”
“Oh, god. You would? You would actually ask me to?”
“Uh-huh. In fact, it’s pretty much all I can think about.”
“Doesn’t seem like much of a fantasy for you,” he said, so sure that it was almost a pleasure to thoroughly divest him of that notion.
“I don’t see why not. It has almost everything I like—you probably trying not to moan but moaning anyway. Your body overtaking your good sense, bit by bit. The sound of your voice as you tell me to open up, all shaky and tense. And then, oh then, just thinking about you filling my mouth...just thinking about you coating my lips and my chin with your thick, hot come...yeah, that’s enough to make me want to slip my hand between my legs.” She paused there, just long enough to let it really sink in. Then, “How about you? You want to do the same, yet?”
“No, I think I’m good so far. Totally cool.”
“You don’t look like you’re good. Or totally cool.”
“Well, itispretty warm in here. And kind of close.”
“So maybe you should take something off.”
“That doesn’t sound like a good idea.”
“It does to me. Maybe I should start?”
“Oh Jesus, fuck, just hold on. Hold on,” he said, voice finally breaking.
But she didn’t. She started unbuttoning the moment she saw his reaction—all suddenly wide eyes and clenched fists, as if even the idea was enough to drive him over the edge. And then she parted the sides of her dress around her purposefully braless breasts, and that was it. Just that, just the sight of her soft, round tits and her tight little nipples, and he went for the buckle on his belt.
She understood, though.
