I don’t want to assume it means other things.
I also don’t want to assume I can hold out long enough to have her do either of those things to me. I didn’t see her climax hit, but she was so goddamn sexy, coming on my tongue. When it hit, I could feel her walls clenching around me, and it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. She was so responsive and alive, and her orgasm came out of nowhere. It makes me feel like a boss, even though I hardly had to touch her. Still, my tongue takes it as a compliment while the rest of me—meaning my happy stick and the heavy double digits below it, which are currently very happy and very heavy —takes it as a way to throb in desperate arousal.
The button on my jeans pops open, and my zipper follows suit. Becki’s hands frantically start pushing on denim, but I’m still not sure how far she wants to take this, because again, there are different levels of blow your face off dangerous.
“Can—you—get—these—friggin’—jeans—off?” Becki pants, sounding a little frustrated. She’s having trouble with my jeans.
I comply because she’s the one calling the shots. I get off the bed and slide my jeans down my hips before peeling off one sock after the other. I leave my boxers on, and Becki shakes her head.
“Those have to go too.”
I take my time with my boxers, slowly peeling them away and pitching them somewhere in the same dimension my jeans fell into. Becki’s gasp when she sees all of me is so shrill that it sounds like she was just eating peanuts and inhaled one by mistake.
“Holy…um…bananas,” she breathes as she takes me in.
I glance down, following her gaze. My Mr. Happy is so happy that he’s standing nearly vertical. The tip is slick and wet, and my balls are slightly blue-tinged. Or maybe that’s just my imagination. It has to be because, at second glance, they look normal hued and healthy. The blue is just a sensation, and they’re not actually being strangled by my desire, though it is now quite…um large.
“I suppose it could compare—”
“Stop!” Becki’s face reddens. “Oh my god, me and my bananas expression. I wasn’t comparing you to…it to…ummm…Can you just come here?”
“Certainly, milady.”
I step closer, and Becki’s eyes get even bigger. Her pupils become huge and very dilated. Her mouth parts, and she starts doing some adorable, heavy breathing.
“Um, can I put you in my mouth?”
I let out a groan in desperate anticipation. “You could, but it might not end well.”
“What do you…oh. Well, we could try.”
“If that’s what you want,” I grunt, trying to calm my body down a bit before I explode.
“I don’t know what I want,” Becki says quickly. “I’m…I mean, I’ve…what you did for me, it was the most pleasure I’ve ever felt.”
That could be an insult or a compliment, but I get what she’s saying, and it’s definitely a compliment. I also get that she’s trying to tell me she doesn’t have much experience with this, which makes my head want to float off my shoulders.
“Can you…should you lie down?”
“Mphh, if that’s what you want.”
“No. I don’t know. Is it not good like that? I…is…should you stand? Is that better? Oh my god, I’m hopeless at—”
“Stop.” I tilt Becki’s chin up, and she stares at me with molten eyes. “You are perfect. I can tell you’re nervous, so I’ll lie on the bed, and you can do whatever you want to me. Touch me and taste me, however and wherever you like. I promise there is nothing you could do to me that I wouldn’t enjoy with the utmost thoroughness. When you get tired of that, you can tell me.”
“Oh lord. Like I’d be giving commands?”
I think there’s a distinct possibility my dick is now so hard that it could literally break off and go running away.
Becki’s throat bobs, and her eyes trace the length of my body. I can see the hairs on her arm standing on end.
“Actually, I don’t want to call the shots. You should tell me what you want because it would be much less embarrassing.”
“I want you. I want you in any and all ways.”
“Ugh,” Becki groans with a sigh. “That’s too vague. Can you just…I’m so…I’m so awkward. I know I’m just going to embarrass myself.”
“Becki.” I stroke her cheek, and she stops trembling and loses the panic-stricken look when I caress her cheek. “You could never be awkward or embarrassing. We can just get dressed if it’s what you want.”
“No! Unless…unless you—”
“No. That’s not what I was thinking.”
Becki purses her lips. “What are you thinking then?”
“Honestly?”
“Yes.”
I let out a moan, just thinking about how to say it. “I’m thinking about kissing you so you can taste your delicious musk on my lips, and I’m thinking about tasting every single inch of your body. Then, there are a thousand options that keep playing out—sprawling out and having you ride my face and then ride me, taking you up against the wall, having and taking you on the bed so hard that the springs don’t just groan, they break entirely, taking you to the shower and getting us both soaked before licking every single droplet on your heated skin, and having you—”