She’s goading me, but I’m powerless to do anything but give in. ‘Get on your knees.’
I could laugh that this is what finally gets her to do as she’s told. She drops to her knees and eagerly tugs my zipper and my pants down. I close my eyes as she closes her lips around—Fuck.”
I almost drop the Kindle on Este’s head when she circles the head of my cock with her tongue. I stare down at her, open-mouthed, and she looks up, batting her eyelashes.
“What?”
“What are you doing?”
“I interrupted you earlier. It feels only fair that I make up for that.”
Jesus Christ. Where the hell did this woman come from?
“Do you want me to stop?” she asks, and I find myself shaking my head without thinking. “Then keep reading.”
This is a terrible idea. I know that. But it doesn’t stop me from picking her Kindle up and clearing my throat.
“I close my eyes as she closes her lips around mycock.”
The words blur on the screen as Este does just that, humming happily as she takes me in her mouth. Concentrating feels impossible, but any time I slow down or skip over the words, she stops. I read at a snail’s pace, struggling over every sentence as Este takes me deeper, deeper… I moan, dropping the Kindle on my chest. As expected, she stops.
Looking down, I meet her raised eyebrow and swallow. “I want to watch. Please.”
I’m not sure I’ve ever sounded so fucking desperate. Este’s pupils flare, and she reaches for my hand. At first, I think she’s just trying to hold it, but she sets it on the back of her head. I’m not sure whether it’s permission to take the reins or a request to. But when I tighten my fingers around her hair, she groans.
She likes this; I’m slowly putting together the pieces of what drives her as wild as she’s driving me. It’s not enough—I want to know everything—but I’m learning.
I’m gentle, at first, but she urges me on, taking me deeper than I thought possible. I don’t dream much these days, not happy ones like this, anyway, but that’s what she feels like. She moans when I nudge the back of her throat, almost melting into me. It’s like she’s giving herself over fully to me, switching off a little. I noticed it last night, too, but it’s hard to focus on it when she feels so damn good.
It’s becoming harder and harder to control myself, harder not to tighten my grip and fuck her mouth harder. My whole body is shaking, trembling, blazing hot.
Este looks up at me from between my thighs, her eyes meeting mine, and I lose it.
“Fu-Fuck. Angel, I’m going to—” I manage to finish speaking before I spill between her lips, but Este moans again, swallowing around me. It feels like she’s pulled me completely outside of my body. She sits back on her knees, licking her lips, and I should be exhausted, but all I can think about is getting my hands on her.
“Head on the pillow,” I practically growl, watching Este’s breath hitch.
She discards her towel entirely before crawling up the bed, her gaze never straying from mine. I can’t believe I ever thought once would be enough.
But twice has to be, so I’m going to enjoy every second of this.
I settle between her thighs, lifting her legs onto my shoulders, running my nose along her calf. She smells fucking divine, like eucalyptus and lavender, and knowing she was inmybathtub, usingmyproducts, goes straight to my head.
Her body is flushed, radiating heat. I want to taste every single one of her freckles, but I’m impatient, and I want to taste her pussy more.
Este’s back bows off the bed when I finally get my mouth on her.Fuck. She tastes unreal. I could spend the rest of my life doing just this and be perfectly content, drawing the prettiest little sounds from her lips, lost in the taste of her.
She grabs my hair, writhing, twisting, and shaking, and I know my pillow is going to smell like her. That’s going to be a problem for me later, but right now, I want her scent onmy pillows, her taste on my tongue, her voice permanently branded on my brain.
Her legs tighten around my neck, her cries escalating. “Please, Daddy,” she begs. For the first time in a long time, I could easily come again already. I could sink inside her, give in to what we both want, and obliterate the shaky lines between us.
But I shouldn’t. I can’t.
I press one finger inside her instead, curling it and wishing I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock instead as she comes. I savor it, memorizing her cries, her shaking thighs, the way her grip on my hair loosens as she comes down, the way her body goes slack.
I don’t put her legs down right away, don’t look up right away. But when both of our breaths even out, I really have no excuse.
Este looks over at me when I lie down beside her. Her hair is sticking to her face, and she closes her eyes when I gently push the strands behind her ears.
