She sits back on her heels, sliding her hand over my chest, down to my straining cock. “How to pleasure you.”
“What…?” I can’t take my eyes off her hand. Her hand on my dick, stroking up and down. “You’re doing it. Fuck…”
The muscles in my stomach are already clenching, the pressure building behind my balls.
“I want to taste you,” she clarifies, although my brain has some trouble making sense of words right now. “Go down on you.”
“Fuck, yeah...” The blood is too hot in my veins, my muscles locked up and trembling with my effort not to shoot my load right here and now. My cock jerks, leaks. I’m so turned on I’m about to explode all over her pretty tits. “Just put your mouth on it, lick it, suck it… Play with it. It’s all yours, babe.”
My dick, my body, my mind. My goddamn soul.
Uncertainty flickers over her heart-shaped face, those dark-green eyes, and fuck, she’ll bolt. She may be brave in many things, but this is an area that makes her damn nervous, and although I love how she wants to try, I don’t want her doing it if she’s not comfortable.
“It’s okay,” I tell her. “You don’t have to do this.”
My cock twitches sorrowfully, weeping in her hand.
Yeah, boy. I know. You and me both.
“I said I want to taste you,” she says, her voice low and husky, and oh Christ, she’s killing me. “Very much. I’ve been thinking about it.” She looks away, her nipples bunching up more. “You’re so hot.”
Oh fucking hell.
Words turn me on. Voices turn me on. Maybe that’s why I always tell the girl I’m with what I’ll do to her, what she’s doing to me. But this girl… She does it for me every time, in every way.
I mean, hell, she thinks I’m hot. Plus, she wants to know what I taste like. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
So excuse me while I reach for my cock and squeeze it hard to keep from coming on the spot. I grit my teeth, chew on the inside of my cheek. As it is, my cock jerks once, about to go off, and precum leaks from the small slit and over my fingers, coating my hand.
Her hand closes over mine, tugs. She slides over me like water, between my legs, her silky hair draping over my thighs, and then her mouth is on my cock, her lips around the head, hot and tight.
I try to speak, but all the blood’s rushing to my junk, leaving me lightheaded and stupid. An inarticulate sound leaves my throat when she takes me in deeper. Fuck, this is off the charts. Having my dick sucked isn’t new to me—hell, on the street it was the one thing I could count on when I was with a chick, as anything else required more privacy—but this… Manon giving me head is, fuck, it’s mind-blowing.
Because she’s the one I want, the one I’m set on.
Dammit, Seffers, don’t fucking go there.
Not again. Not now, not when her tongue swirls under the head, pressing against the vein beating there, making me arch right off the sofa.
Fuck, that’s so damn good. I lift my arms over my head,
grip the armrest as I fight not to drive my cock deeper into her sweet mouth. A groan is building deep in my chest. Fire burns, spreading through my dick. This will go down as the quickest blowjob in history.
Only, she pulls back, letting the head of my cock pop out of her lips.
Shit. My hips lift, my dick seeking in vain the heat and pressure, and the air on the wet crown is cool.
“Manon…” Her name comes out strangled. I’ll fucking beg if I have to. I need to come. She really is trying to kill me. “Goddammit.”
“Does it feel good?” she asks, and I nod frantically, not sure I can speak.
“Yes,” I force the word out, because she seems to be willing to wait. “Yes.”
“I’m doing it right?”
“Yeah.” I finally notice how unsure she looks. “Perfect. You are so perfect, so sexy.” I want her to know that. “If you put your hot mouth on me again, baby, I’m gonna come like a firework. Fair warning.”
The uncertainty lifts from her gaze, and she smiles—a smile full of happiness. Not expecting it, I’m struck speechless by its beauty.