Testing my skills, I run my hand up then slowly down making him jerk in my palm.
His hand snatches my hand in a vice grip, stopping my exploring.
I would've been devastated with his action if I never notice the unspoken pleading in those eyes. His body taught with every bit of control.
"Hey, it's okay. I want to give you back as much as you did to me." I say softly.
"There's no need for that, Olivia. I did that not because I'm looking forward to exchanging." He breathes through a tight jaw.
I shake my head, "I want to do this, Luke. I want all of you."
His eyes close, his lips press in a tight line. "I swear you'll be the death of me."
I smile, smug.
Without a single doubt in my mind, I copy what he did earlier and drop in front of his raging hard on. I'm not sure that I will give him a good one, but I will try my best.
His eyes flutter open, staring at me on my knees.
"Fuck, Olivia. I don't think that this is a good idea..." he tries to persuade me, but it lacks enough conviction.
He wants this as much as I do.
What I say next is not me, but since he seems to like it, I don't mind half as much.
"I want you in my mouth."
"Fuck." he curses under his breath, running a shaky hand through his midnight black hair.
Hooking my fingers through the band of his pyjama pants, I pull it down along with his boxer. An engorge organ springs out to bounce on his belly nests in a tuft of dark hair. The tip an angry color of red, pulsing and glistening with his pre-cum. It's a scary sight especially with its size but beautiful at the same time. The vein’s thick and throbbing.
My mouth run dries, overwhelm.
"There's no need for you to do this, Olivia." he insists, giving me a choice that I don't need.
There's no use for words; I just have to simply show him how much I want this.
Trying on taking it, on the one hand, my dainty hand tries to wrap it all in, but it just won't do. All the while, he's perfectly still while his hands curl into white knuckle fists.
For something so hard looking it sure is silky to the touch and firm at the same time. Entrance, I brush my thumb in the head making him grit his teeth.
I can see how much this is taking so much of his control, so I stop exploring and make a mental note of doing it another time.
Taking him by two hands, I finally have all of his wrap up forming me into a big O and have him fully in my mouth.
His hands reach out to grip on the doorknob in a vice grip I thought he'll break it.
Fumbling around, I start to bob my head copying his work earlier. The magic of his tongue is what got me losing myself, and I have a pretty wild guess that it has the same effect on him. I play with the tip using my tongue earning myself a plus point when I hear him groan with pleasure. I take him deeper each time, gagging at the size of him.
Even through the haze of his need, he pulls himself away and stops me.
"That's enough." He says firmly.
I lick my lips making him groan.
"You're making it hard to stop, Olivia."
I don't miss a beat. "Who says about stopping?"