She began to suck on him now, her cheeks hollowing out. He cursed and tightened his hand in her hair. Stroking him with her hand and mouth now, she swirled her tongue around him when she reached the top of his erection again.
Hearing him groan, she slipped her free hand down to caress his balls. Gripping them lightly in her hand, she gently massaged them as she continued to draw him slowly in and out of her mouth.
Using the hand wrapped in her hair, he slowed the pace of her mouth slightly, groaning her name. Chloe could feel herself getting aroused again. Something about hearing him say her name, at the edge of his control like that was unspeakably erotic.
She kept up a steady rhythm for a few moments, hearing his breathing become audible. Moving the hand that stroked his length, she relaxed her throat and swallowed until her lips almost touched the root of his cock.
The hand in her hair tightened again, almost to a painful extent and he said, “Fuck, Chloe. That feels…fuck!”
She continued to work him over with her mouth and massage him for a few more minutes until he gritted out, “Fuck. I’m about to come, baby.”
Swirling her tongue over him and squeezing once more, she heard him groan out his release, shouting her name. Swallowing until his hips stopped twitching and his release was over, she attempted to lean back. She reached back and tried to untangle his hand from her hair. Once he released it, she sat back on her calves, wiping the edge of her mouth delicately.
Gasping, he said, “Jesus Christ,” and pulled her toward him.
Leaning against him now, she felt the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing evened out.
“I seriously thought I was going to die for a minute there, Chloe. You need to consider teaching some fucking classes on that.”
She grinned and said, “Glad you enjoyed yourself,” as she leaned against his chest.
Feeling his lips brush over the top of her head, and his arms tighten around her, and then finally said, “You have a gift for understatement.”
Adjusting, Chloe said with a smirk, “I need to go clean up. You turned me into a sticky mess.”
Standing up, Chloe adjusted her clothing.
Chris lazily asked, “Wanna take a swim in my whirlpool tub?”
Perking up considerably, she asked, “Is there room for two? It may be unsafe for me to swim alone.”
Standing up, Chris zipped his shorts, but didn’t bother buttoning them up. Stepping forward, he winced slightly.
Glancing down, Chloe said, “Your knee?”
“Yeah,” he grimaced. “I sat too long.”
“You should have said something.”
He snorted and said, “Not a chance. Your mouth is magical.”
Chapter 8
Following Chloe as she walked into the master bathroom, he caught the look on her face as she caught sight of the tub.
Walking around the half wall, she said, “Whoa. I could totally swim.”
Chris pressed some buttons, then turned the water on. His knee was throbbing. He really should have moved it sooner but the second her mouth had touched his cock, it was pretty much over. She leaned up against the half wall next to him now, waiting for the tub to fill.
When the tub’s water level had reached midway, they both stripped off their clothes and stepped in.
The tub was roughly the size of a standard hot tub, but he pulled her close to him anyway. He felt her relax back against him with a sigh.
He let the jets massage the aching tendons in his knee for a few minutes, his mind drifting until Chloe spoke.
Turning her head back, she asked, “Knee feel better?”
He nodded, eyes closed, not saying anything.