I love the contrast, but I also want him naked.
“Need to see you,” I say, panting. My balls are drawn up so tight, I know it’s not going to be too much longer. He releases the tip of my cock with a loud pop, and his big eyes meet mine, pupils wide and lips swollen as he peers up at me.
“You have me.”
Jesus, fuck. I almost come when he says that, a long shiver going through my entire body and curling my toes. “I need you naked,” I clarify, pulling him up my body to fuse our mouths together.
“Oh.” He smiles against my lips. “We can do that.”
“Thank. Fuck,” I say, pulling his T-shirt up and over his head before moving to his pants. He laughs but stands up to push them all the way down and off, but he leaves his briefs on.
I pout, and he just laughs at me again before climbing back onto my body. His warm skin distracts me from the fact that his dick is still covered. “I need something between us, so I don’t come until you’re coming down my throat.”
And okay, I nearly came again. I feel like a teenager when I’m a grown-ass man. So close to coming, no matter how short it’s been since my last orgasm. “I want that,” I say, and he kisses me again before making his way back down between my legs.
He licks over my tight balls, and my fists grip the fabric of my couch, trying not to hump the air as he takes his sweet time teasing me. He licks back up my hard cock, but this time, he doesn’t waste any more time. He engulfs my cock, the head hitting the fleshy back of his throat.
I feel bad when he gags, even though I swear the sensation makes my eyes cross, but he doesn’t pull away. He seems to be as determined as ever as he bobs his head between my legs, taking my cock to the back of his throat over and over. It’s all too much, the tight heat surrounding my cock as he moans around me, swallowing with his mouth full. Fuck. Me.
His hands rub the hair on my thighs and up to my abs as he sucks on me, and I can’t take it anymore. I don’t have any time to warn him before my back bows up off the couch and I’m shooting into the back of his throat. He sputters for a split-second but then sucks and licks, cleaning my cock and sucking me dry. He licks his way up my body and looks hesitant, his eyes on my mouth.
I, however, just had the best damn orgasm of my life and am not feeling hesitant at all. I grab the back of his neck and smashour mouths together, licking into his mouth and tasting my own cum.
I wrap my hand around his steely cock, and it only takes a couple of strokes before his cum sprays between our bodies. He cries sharply against my mouth as I stroke him through it until he’s too sensitive and pushes my hand away.
“Okay, so frotting is good,” I say as he looks down into my eyes. “But blowjobs are also good.”
“And hand jobs,” he says playfully, leaning down to kiss me again. I hold onto the back of his neck, keeping him in place. I don’t want to put on clothes, and I don’t want him to leave.
“Stay with me tonight?” I ask softly.
His stunned gasp tells me he didn’t see that coming, but I’m not taking it back. “I, um...” I wait patiently. I don’t want to rush him. I’m sure I scared him last week when I mentioned him meeting Amber, but I want that.
I want everything with him. It’s strange because it wasn’t that long ago when I was mourning the loss of my marriage. Not being able to imagine even going out on a first date with anyone Shelly was trying to set me up with, and now... Now I’m thinking about forever.
Making plans. Thinking about him meeting my daughter.
But somehow, it doesn’t feel rushed to me. It just makes sense.
“What about Mavis and her kittens?” I don’t think it’s an excuse not to stay the night here. I think he’s actually worried because that’s how sweet Dakota is.
“I think they’ll be okay.” I kiss his nose. “We could go check on them real quick,” I offer, not at all ashamed by my desperation. I want him in my bed. I want to wake up with him in the morning.
“No,” he says, though still clearly thinking about it. “I think you’re right and they’ll be okay.”
“You sure?”
He nods his head, looking more accepting of his choice now. “Shower with me?”
I nearly knock him off me, trying to jump up to accept his offer. But thankfully, we both recover in time for me to drag him down the hall to my bedroom and the en suite bath.
Adding another thing to the list I want to do with Dakota sounds pretty damn good to me.
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DAKOTA
How is he not sick of me yet?
