Her eyes were bright, and she licked her lips. She put her hands on my chest, and just like that, she sank to her knees.
“I did promise you a blow job,” she murmured as she unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans.
I stroked her hair, watching her tug my pants and boxers down.
I groaned when my erection sprang free, and she brushed her lips against me. She wrapped a hand around the base and licked me. Her eyes flitted up to look into mine, rubbing my cock with her mouth, sucking the sensitive head.
“Fuck.”
There was something about the classy and elegant, prickly-as-hell Dee on her knees, sucking me off. I wasn’t the kind of man who liked to dominate women—I liked an equal partner when it came to sex. Give and receive was mymantra, but seeing her as submissive was decadent.
I tangled my fingers in her hair, not to direct but to have something to hold on to. Her mouth was wet, hot, and hungry.
God, but she was amazing at this. She gave good suction, used her tongue like a fucking magic wand,and her hands knew when to cup my balls, when to stroke me.
“It feels so good, Dee.”
She hummed in response, and I felt it all the way at the base of my spine.
She squeezed my balls, and that’s when I felt myself against the back of her throat. She gagged and struggled, and I wanted to ask her to stop, but when she looked at me, there was victory in her eyes.
She wanted to control me. I’d let her.
“Keep your eyes on me, beautiful,” I demanded, my voice hoarse as I tried to hold off my release. I didn’t want this to be over too soon.
Her gaze remained plastered on me.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” I told her. “I want your pussy.”
She pulled away, her lips pouty and red, wet and wild.
I helped her stand, and then because I’d been waiting all feckin’ night, I unwrapped her, my gift, my reward, my…yeah,everything.
If I told her now, as I ached to, that I loved her, she’d freeze up. How I already knew her so well, I didn’t know, but I guessed it had something to do with what people called soulmates. When you met yours, you just knew.
The dress pooled at her bare feet.
She wore a beige-colored lacy confection underneath. I flicked the clasps of her bra—thistime front-loaded, and as they fell apart, I cupped her breasts. She moaned but didn’t look away from me. This had become how we had sex, gazing at each other, seeing what each one of us felt, what we did to one another.
I touched my lips to hers and then followed the curve of her neck as I pulled at her nipples. She liked that. It made her wet.
When I suckled and used my teeth, she moaned and cried out. I knew her body. I knew what she wanted. And she knew how to bring me to the point of violence if I didn’t get inside her and blow a nut.
Soulmates!
I pressed a hand to her stomach and pushed her until she hit the mattress. She fell, her ass on the edge.
“Perfect.”
I pulled her panties down and just looked at her pussy.
I liked sex. I liked women. I appreciated a naked body. But I never stared down a woman’s core. I mean, that shit was weird. But not with Dee. I wanted to see everything and feel everything she had to offer.
“You gonna just look at me, Yank, or are you going to show me if you can bring me to the brink faster than I did you?”
I grinned.
I loved this about being with Dee. It wasn’t always so fucking serious like it used to be with Dani.
