“I like them.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re really sexy,” I whisper. “You look really hot.”
He chuckles, and I know he feels confident. I know he realizes exactly how fucking sexy he is, and that’s good. It’s good to feel confident. It’s good to feel amazing about yourself. It’s good to know what you’re worth.
Zack drops his shirt on a chair and his pants and socks follow. Soon he’s standing next to the bed wearing only boxers.
“Are you going to take them off?”
“Would you like to do the honors?”
I’m not turning down an offer like that. I wiggle off the bed and drop to my knees in front of him. I look up at Zack and he pets my hair softly. It’s a mess by now, I’m sure, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s hard, and I can’t wait to see his dick. I want to touch it, play with it, and I don’t know how long it’s going to be before he ties me up, so I’m going to make the most of this moment.
I reach around his body and grab his ass, pulling him into my face. I press a kiss on his cock over the boxers, and he groans. Then I catch the waistband of his boxers between my teeth, and I tug down, down, down.
His underwear pools at his ankles, but I barely notice as I take in the sight of his dick. It’s thick, and I want to taste it. I kiss his balls, sucking each one into my mouth. He grabs my hair, fisting it, but he doesn’t pull me closer or push me away.
He just lets me have this moment.
I lick up Zack’s shaft, tasting him. When I reach the tip of his cock, I lick my lips and slide him into my mouth and down my throat, taking him as deep as I can. Then I suck, and suck, and suck.
I feel sexy in this moment, like a goddess who has been given free reign. I feel sultry and seductive and when he starts to moan, when he starts making noises like he just can’t control himself, I feel like I’m on top of the world.
And then Zack pulls me away and brings me to my feet.
“All right, princess,” he says, but his voice is tight, and I know he was close to coming. He was close to losing control in my mouth, and part of me wishes I had been able to push him over the edge.
The rest of me is glad he’s going to come inside of me, is glad the night isn’t going to be cut short.
“Back on the bed,” he commands, and I get back in the center of the bed. Zack climbs up beside me and starts looking through the toys he brought over earlier from the dresser.
“You like variety,” I comment, looking at what he chose.
“I could say the same about you,” he points out. “They’re your toys.”
“What can I say?” I shrug. “I like to mix it up.”
“Do you use these on yourself?” He holds up a pair of nipple clamps and I blush.
“I wanted to see what they felt like.”
“And how did they feel?”
“They hurt a little,” I admit. “I used them a few weeks ago when I was masturbating. They made my orgasm a lot more intense.”
“I’d love to see them on you,” he says, raising his eyebrows. He’s not asking my permission, but he’s gauging my response to see if I’ll be scared or nervous. Interesting. If there’s one thing I’ve noticed about Zack, it’s that he’s not only sexy as all hell: he’s also attentive.
“Would you like me to take my bra off?”
“Take it off.”
I unclasp my black bra and toss it to the floor. My breasts bounce free and Zack just looks at me for a long minute. I don’t say anything. I know they aren’t as perky as they were when I was younger, but I’m older now, and I’ve had a child, and I’ve lived. A lot.
Still, I think my breasts are beautiful.
“I like your nipples,” he traces one with his finger. Then Zack leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth. He bites me just a little, and then he licks my other nipple, too. The feeling shoots straight to my core, and just like that, I’m on the edge again. I’m ready to come again and he’s barely touched me.