She tilted her head and met my eyes. “I did.” She licked her lips. “I do.”
For whatever fucking reason, my body loved the idea of that more than I could say. My dick pinged to life, and I knew she had to see it through the towel. I felt like I had the leaning tower of goddamn Pisa down there.
Her eyes drifted down my body, and when they stopped at my dick, and her breath hitched, I groaned.
She cut me a look, and whispered, “That for me?”
“Always been for you,” I murmured. “Always.”
A groan escaped her and her hand went to my waist even as she was moving forward, rolling onto me so she was straddling my calves—the position had my heart speeding up, especially when her hands went to work on the knot, and when she parted the towel and lowered it down, I nearly fucking cried.
Jesus fuck.
It had been too goddamn long since I’d felt her mouth on me, and the sweet perfection of it had my hips bucking. She tongued the tip, smoothing it around the glans before shaping me with her open mouth, rimming her soft lips up and down the column of my shaft. Her tongue fluttered along the vein down the back, and when she reached the base and hummed, I groaned again when she moved up and began to suck me down.
There was no artifice here. No intent to do anything other than taste me. Forherenjoyment.
She hummed and mumbled as I bucked my hips, but she did it for herself, and somehow that made it even sexier.
When she pulled back, her lips were glossy with saliva, and I groaned at the sight before I watched her purse them and spit dribbled down to coat the tip. I gritted my teeth as she followed the trail, sucking on me like I was a lollipop and she was intent on getting to the bubblegum beneath.
I watched her work, getting off on seeing her intensity, and then she spiced things up a notch by pulling her skirt up and slipping her hand beneath it.
Fuck.
I loved that she got off on this shit. I remembered from before that whenever she went down on me, she’d usually end up fingering herself, which though vanilla as fuck, had to be the hottest shit I’d ever seen, and trust me, when you were an O’Donnelly, most women went above and beyond to stay in our beds.
I’d had all kinds of shit pulled, from kinky to weird, all in an effort to be memorable, and while it had worked, to a certain extent, nothing stuck with me like this.
It was… natural. Because it wasAela.
She didn’t have to pull out a black rubber dildo that had to be bigger than the Hulk’s cock, slide it in her asshole, and then fuck me with it in for it to stick out in my mind.
Nope, she just had to finger herself while she was sucking me becauseshewanted to suck me.
Not to impress me. Not to get me hot.
For herself.
I fucking loved that.
Fuck.
I clenched my eyes closed, grunting as she moaned around my dick as her fingers worked their magic on her, and even though I’d been content to let her suck me, to own it, I couldn’t just lie there anymore.
I had to get involved.
Grabbing her hair, I rolled it around my wrist and used it to tilt her head back. She pouted but obeyed, then rasped, “You got a problem?”
“Yeah. Show me your fingers.” She bit her lip but obeyed, pulling out her slick digits from under her skirt. “Coat my cock in it,” I ordered, watching her with narrowed eyes until she followed my order. As she twirled the tips around my cock, I raised my chin. “Taste it. Just where you touched.”
She stuck her tongue out and moved it around in the same pattern as she’d stroked her fingers, and I groaned before I tilted her head back again, and muttered, “Show me your cunt.”
A mumble escaped her a scant breath before she ignored my command and sucked me down. From tip to goddamn root.
Well, fuck.
How was I supposed to grumble at that when it felt like fucking heaven?