He spread a little wider for her. “Start slowly. Use those talented hands.”
That, she knew how to do. She ran her palm over the head, squeezed, then wrapped her slick hand around his shaft and stroked him firmly, twisting.
“Yeah, just like that. Squeeze the base.”
She did. Another drop appeared.
“Taste me,” he murmured.
God help her, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from it.
Summoning her courage, she leaned in to lick it off his tip with one quick flick.
He hissed in a breath.
Emboldened, she did it again, this time making full contact, squeezing his base at the same time.
“That’s it. Now, lick me like you lick an ice cream cone.”
“What?” she said with a half-laugh.
“Lick me,” he repeated.
Could it really be that simple?
Tentatively, she dragged her tongue along him in a long, flat, upward motion, down again, then side to side, passing over his frenulum.
He groaned.
She stopped. Watched him strain against his ties, spread-eagled, and oh-so-beautiful.
“Jesus fuck, don’t stop,” he said in a strangled voice. “Do whatever you want to me … just please don’t stop.”
A heady feeling of power washed over Jannie. “You said you wanted to watch me.”
He looked down at her, his sculpted chest laboring. “Take me in your mouth, beautiful girl.”
She parted her lips. Let him slide in, just a fraction. Careful to cover her teeth, she took him in, inch by inch, until she was so full of him that she could barely breathe. She wrapped her hand around the rest.
She looked up and saw his eyes roll back before he covered them with his arm, his jaw tight, teeth clenched.
“Fuuuck,” he ground out.
The word went straight to her core. And then, she stopped thinking and started … just doing, moving her hand and lips up and down in a simultaneous rhythm, alternately keeping her mouth in place while sliding her wet hand over him, over and over and again.
“Yeah … just like that.” His voice was raspy.
A rush of something she could barely define overwhelmed her. She glanced up. His hands were fisted, his body tense, his pleasure so palpable that suddenly Jannie’s insecurities vanished, and she picked up rhythm, instinctively matching the pace they both enjoyed when doing this another way.
Euphoria seized her. His pleasure became hers. She sucked him with wild abandon, and he gently thrust in and out of her mouth, all the while allowing her complete control.
Bolder, wilder … hotter …
He hardened. Reached up to caress his balls and found them tight.
“Gonna come,” he warned.
She could tell. And wanted to see it.
