Okay, she didn’t like that. She narrowed her gaze at him. “That so?”
“It was a joke,” he said hastily.
“Good, because I might be a virgin but even I know it’s bad form to talk about your other lovers when your current lover has her hand around your cock.”
“Very bad form.”
She smiled then leaned up to kiss him. He met her halfway, his tongue sweeping inside to play with hers and she realized she was so taken with the kiss that she’d stopped her movements along his cock again.
“You’re distracting me,” she complained after pulling away from him.
“Don’t want that,” he panted. His breath was coming faster. His skin glistening with scent. “I’m close, sweetheart.”
“Please, could I taste you?”
“You really want to taste me?” He looked surprised.
“Women don’t want that?”
“Not the ones I’ve been with.” He grimaced as he realized what he said. “Sorry.”
“I want to. Please. Please let me.”
He groaned. “Fuck. Never had anyone beg to taste me. Christ, what are you doing to me? All right. But take it nice and slow. Take me into your mouth and keep using your hand.”
She scooted down eagerly, taking the first few inches of his dick into her mouth.
“Now suck on me, baby. That’s it. Yeah, run your hand up and down my dick. Oh, fuck yeah. You have no idea how good that feels. Get ready, I’m about to come. You can still pull back if you need to.”
He thrust up slightly, and found his release. She swallowed him down, loving the noises he made, knowing she’d brought him as much pleasure as he had her. She kept hold of him even after he’d completely spent. Then she pulled back, licking the head.
“Baby, oh shit, you have to stop that.”
“You haven’t gone down,” she pointed out, staring at his still-hard cock.
“Yeah, well, I don’t think once with you is enough for the old fella.”
“Old fella?” She giggled. “You’re not that old.”
“I am in comparison to you,” he grumbled. “Get up here and stop staring at him. He’s going to get a complex.”
“Jeez, I can’t call him small, can’t stare at him. He’s got issues.”
He snorted. “Move up here, I want to cuddle you.”
He drew her up so she lay sprawled over his chest. He wrapped his arm around her and placed his hand on her neck, massaging lightly.
“All right? Not hurting anywhere?”
“Bear, I’m not fragile.”
“Never said you were. But you were just injured.”
“I don’t need you to baby me.” She realized what she’d just said and blushed. “Well, you know w
hat I mean.”
“I haven’t been babying you, although I certainly can. I’m sure I can fashion a diaper and find something that might work as a pacifier.”