There was a long second of silence, then, “Son of a whore.”
I burst out laughing, pulling her to me and pressing my face between her very bouncy, full breasts.
She’d had them strapped in tight, and now that they were free, I realized that they were bigger than I’d ever imagined.
“It’s okay, honey,” I teased, running my tongue up the middle of her chest until I reached her throat. “There are other things that we can do.”
Other things that were just as pleasurable as the actual act of penetration.
Like bringing her bare nipple to my mouth and sucking in the tip, causing her to jerk in response.
“Jesus,” she whispered, voice hoarse as she clutched onto my shoulders with her blunt fingernails. “Those have never been that sensitive before.”
I pulled back and blew on the one I’d been sucking, causing cute little shivers to race down her spine.
Gooseflesh dotted her chest, only on one side, making me grin.
She hissed in a breath, then shot to her knees, hastily pulling on my underwear to get my clothes the rest of the way off.
But they were wet due to sweat, and tight as fuck thanks to the fact that I needed to go up a size but refused to since the underwear I liked ended up costing at least forty bucks per pair.
Which, inevitably, meant that she was yanking, and they were staying in place.
“What, are these some new form of chastity belt underwear?” she teased, looking up at me with a determined expression.
“Just a little thing called weight gain,” I joked, helping her by hooking my thumbs into the back, rolling the sweaty undergarments down over my ass, and then allowing her to take it from there.
She pulled back just in time for my cock to jerk, causing her eyes to widen in astonishment.
“Holy cow,” she breathed. “I should’ve known.”
Her hand reached for my cock almost reverently, causing me to lift a brow at her words. “Should’ve known what?”
“That you had a big cock,” she answered immediately. “I mean, honestly? You’re a big dude. I should’ve made the connection. But I was so worried about the actual act with myself, that I didn’t stop to think that I’d have something else to work against besides my hesitancy.”
I started to pull back, but she quickly wrapped her hand around my cock, informing me without words that I wasn’t allowed to go.
“You can sit, though,” she teased.
I rolled my eyes, causing her to giggle.
“I’m ready, honey,” she promised. “I’ll let you know if anything we do scares me. But right now, I’m fully in control.”
Meaning, she wanted to do her thing.
Duly noted.
“Yes, ma’am,” I quipped.
She winked at me, and then bent down and licked the head of my cock, pulling back with a scrunch of her nose. “Salty.”
I laughed. “I just worked out.”
She swirled the head of my cock with her tongue, and I couldn’t figure out which part of her I wanted to look at.
Her tongue that was swirling my tip like a lollipop, or her hand that was wrapped around my cock, looking tiny in comparison.
My eyes were bouncing back and forth, and my cock was so hard that I knew it would only be a matter of time before I went off in her mouth if she didn’t stop her attentions.
Not that she’d really done anything, but it wouldn’t take much for a man that hadn’t had sex in over a year.
Not to mention Cannel was hot as hell, and just watching her mouth move made things inside of me stir.
I wanted to grab her hair. I wanted to fist it in my hands and force her down onto my cock until she choked.
I wanted to cry out in denial when she pulled back, leaving only the tip of my cock wet with her mouth.
“Cannel?” I asked when she moved to straddle my thighs.
That wasn’t a good position for her to be in without protection…
“I…” she breathed.
I squeezed her hips with my hands, and my eyes closed at the same time, as the feel of her heat on my cock sent my brain short-circuiting.
“Just a small bit,” she pleaded. “Just the tip.”
My brain wasn’t running on all cylinders.
I knew for a fact that I wasn’t going to stop with just the tip. Just the tip would turn into just this one thrust. That one thrust would turn into…
She lodged the tip of my cock at her entrance and rocked, moaning loudly in my ear.
“Cannel…” I wasn’t sure if I was warning her to stop or warning her not to stop.
Whatever she took it as would be how I meant it. That was what I decided when she rocked back again, and the top lodged itself just a little bit deeper.
Not just the tip anymore. More like the entire head.
My eyes closed, and every entire ounce of determination that I had fled.