Not Tom Hardy.
Dane Davenport.
My husband.
I tried not to look at his face, as I slid my hands around and up, over the taut globes of his naked ass cheeks… and he stirred, restless on his feet.
Nope. Too sexy.
I drifted my fingers around his hips and down, over his ball sac. It was swollen and heavy, and he gave up a garbled groan at my touch.
My pussy clenched.
Stop exploring.
You’re in control.
Focus.
I wrapped my hands around the base of his shaft and went to town for a minute, stroking, sucking, as he blew out a breath and groaned again.
Then I slid him out of my mouth and worked him with my hand, long, slow strokes as he moaned, helpless. He’d stopped protesting. He’d stopped doing anything but stand there, taking what I was giving.
His hands strayed into my hair as I worked him with my hand, that purplish head flushed, right in front of my face.
Then I slowed my hand and studied his dick.
Every time I gave him a long, slow stroke, his whole body shuddered. When I stopped, his dick spasmed in my hand. He was close, for sure.
I looked up at his face. His eyes were hazed with lust.
“Come in my mouth,” I said. Then I licked him again, before sliding my mouth over his cock, as deep as I could take him.
I sucked and withdrew, building up a rhythm, stroking my tongue along that pulsing channel just beneath his head and the sexy little notch that was so sensitive, he bucked his hips every time I did it.
I could feel his orgasm building.
In the palm of my hand, his balls pulled up. His dick turned to granite in my mouth. It relaxed for just a moment, then hardened again, and this time his whole body quaked with the force of what was coming.
His cock jerked in my mouth and he groaned. Then he grunted and pushed into me, and I clamped down, sucking, laving my tongue over his head as his come spurt forth. It pulsed on my tongue and shot down my throat in long, thick bursts as he moaned broken shards of my name.
I laved and sucked until I drained him and he was shaking.
I slipped my mouth off of him.
His dick was still swollen, half-hard. It spasmed again, and he groaned. I flickered my tongue over his sensitive slit, teasing, and laved every drop of his seed from his head and shaft.
I was so focused on the act, in getting him there, and making sure that orgasm rocked his world, that I completely tuned out what was going on in my own body, my own head.
I’d forgotten about Tom Hardy, that was for sure.
I was down on my knees at Dane’s feet, and I’d just made him come. He climaxed deep in my mouth, and my body was alive with excitement.
My nipples were tight and hard in the lace of my nightie. My panties were drenched with arousal. My heart pounded blood through my extremities as my clit throbbed a relentless pulse.
I looked up into his eyes.
He looked down at me like I’d just blown his mind right along with his dick.
