He gently pushed my shoulders back down. “Again,” he commanded, smile in his eyes but steel in his voice.
Oh fuck, that shouldn’t be hot.
He was so assertive for such a young guy, naturally embodying the air of the entitled prince I was making him in my head without it being gross. Even if he wasn’t completely sure of himself when it came to sexual situations, there was an easy natural confidence to him that made me want to submit.
Once I’d come the first time, it was much easier to get there again. I stroked myself, watching him watching me.
“May I?” he asked, teasing a finger between my folds.
I nodded frantically and moaned when he thrust it into me, finding my G-spot and grinding slowly rather than pistoning in and out.
When I came again, he knocked my hand away and replaced it with his tongue, mimicking the motion I’d been doing with my fingers, but with the warm, wet feel of him.
I came again without even having recovered from the last orgasm, mounting a peak of pleasure that crashed down on top of me. I thought he would stop there, but he kept going until I wasn’t sure whether I’d come two more times or whether he’d simply teased out one agonizingly good orgasm.
I’d never felt so good with a partner before, far less a client.
“Holy fuck. What…where didhow?”
How is a twenty-one-year-old virgin the best head of my life?
He grinned. “Taking sex off the table leaves a whole lot of time to focus on other things.”
I looked into his eyes, feeling exposed in a way I loved and hated. “So…are you ready to put sex on the table?”
8
ZANE
Nine Years Ago
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So…are you ready to put sex on the table?
Was I ready?
I didn’t even know exactly why I’d waited this long. I thought I would second-guess myself when I finally got to this moment, but now my reasons seemed dumb.
This stupidly sexy woman was lying there naked and ready for me to fuck her.
There were dozens of gorgeous and willing partners before her, but something about this felt right. I barely knew her, but I trusted her.
I’d been nervous I was doing it wrong when she hadn’t seemed into the oral, but then she came around my finger and again with my tongue and if my dick got any harder it was going to lose feeling.
I wanted this with her.
“I’m ready,” I said, for the first time feeling sure it was true.
She laughed a little. “Maybe we should take some of your clothes off too?”
I hadn’t even noticed I was still fully clothed when she was fully bare.
She climbed up from the bed and undid the buttons on my shirt one at a time before peeling it off and draping it over the back of a chair.
She touched my shoulders, chest, and abs, taking her time instead of rushing to the climax. She undid my belt and yanked my pants and underwear down in one swift move, letting me step out of them. Having her undress me was sexy as fuck and I didn’t know why.
She made it as far as wrapping her plump lips around my cock before I had to stop her. “I’m not gonna last if you do that.”
