His eyes were closed. “Yes?” he said in a voice that seemed lower than normal.
“I want… I want…”
“What? What do you want?”
“I want to put my mouth on you.”
“Oh my God,” he groaned.
“Show me how.”
“Just do whatever you want. I’ll love it. I promise.”
She lowered her head and darted her tongue out to taste his cock head. It was salty, and a drop of fluid emerged. She licked it up. Salty again.
He quivered. “God, Mia. God damn.”
She swirled her tongue around the salty head again, and then again. Then she took it into her mouth and sucked gently.
His whole body tensed. “God, God, Mia.”
She loved making him groan, making him quiver. She returned to her task and took more of him into her mouth. He was so huge, but she wanted so badly to please him. Wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made her feel.
And she would.
She sucked him as far as she could into her mouth, stopping when he touched the back of her throat. She let go before she gagged.
She tried again. Did better this time.
All the while he moaned and groaned, telling her how beautiful she was, how good she was making him feel.
Suddenly he jerked away. His dick slid from her mouth.
Her heart slammed against her chest. “What? Did I do something wrong?”
“God, no. You did something very right. But I don’t want it to be over yet. I want to make love to you.”
“You mean…?”
“Yeah. If you keep doing that I’m going to come, and I don’t want to come in your mouth. Well, I do, but not tonight. Tonight I want to come inside you.”
Oh, she wanted it too. Already she was gearing up for another orgasm. The tickle between her legs had returned, and moisture settled on her inner thighs.
“Yes, Jeff. I want that too.”
“You are so beautiful.” He traced her cheekbone with his index finger. “Will I be your first?”
Her cheeks warmed—from his touch or from his question, she wasn’t sure. “Yes, Jeff.”
“Mia, I want to be your first and only.” He shook his head, his lips trembling. “I can’t believe I’m saying it right now, but God, that’s what I want.”
Her first. Yes, she was ready. She wanted him so much. So much more than she’d ever desired Greg or anyone else. “Please, Jeff,” she said, “make love to me.”
He reached between her legs. “You’re wet again, Mia. So wet for me.”
Yes, she was. She was so ready for him. Ready for this, with this man and no other.
But he pulled away.