“It just so happens I do.” She grinned.
She had no complaints about her ham and cheese sandwich, so I took that to mean it was at least edible. I wasn’t much of a gourmet. Afterward we went to work. I did her puckering exercises. I sounded out the ooos and I popped my puhs.
She must’ve caught me grimacing at the straws. She pulled one out, unwrapped it, and stuck it into the water bottle, then said, “You know…this is simply a warm-up for your tongue.”
She had my full attention when her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
“If you’d like to try an alternate workout…”
Arm on the back of her seat, I leaned in close. “Yes.”
The word came out without thought. I hadn’t even tried.
Her laugh was a signal of her approval. I liked that a hell of a lot.
“Are you surprised?” she asked. “That therapy actually works?”
“Kinda.” And a clear K. I’ll be damned.
“Well, you know what they say. Practice makes perfect.” She came closer and I stopped caring about the words coming out of my mouth and focused on hers.
I closed the gap and kissed her. She wasted no time slipping her hand under my T-shirt and scraping my abs with her fingernails.
“This is my favorite kind of therapy.” Her voice was husky, feathering at the edges. I loved when she sounded like that.
“Mine too,” I muttered against her neck as I kissed my way south. Hand under her shirt, I unclasped her bra, freeing her gorgeous, creamy breasts. I took one on my tongue a moment later, and it peaked, begging for more. Her back arched, her hips thrusting as my hand wandered in that direction.
I didn’t get far before she was lifting my head and kissing me mercilessly. She rubbed her palm on my cock over my jeans as my breath whooshed from my lips.
This girl.
“Tasha.” I didn’t have to say more. Delicate fingers undid the stud of my jeans and lowered the zipper on my pants. The throb in my dick was supersonic. If she did what I thought she was about to do…God.
I’d have to pull it together to last longer than a few minutes. Just thinking of her mouth on me made my heart rate triple and my palms sweat.
She tossed the blanket over my lap and disappeared under it.
Holy shit.
I leaned back on the headrest, staring at the star-studded sky. I mused that my stargazing idea had taken a turn for the better, but the moment her wet, warm mouth closed over me, my brain cells incinerated. Not seeing what she was doing amplified every sensation. She kissed the tip sweetly before swirling the head with her tongue. I groaned as she took my cock into her mouth inch by inch. Then she was sucking me deeply, laving me with her talented tongue as my hips gave a helpless jerk.
My hand had rested on her head over the blanket. I was conscious of not forcing her mouth down, but there was no need. She was getting me off without my help and needed no guidance. Her perfect rhythm sent fire licking up my spine.
The buzz in my cock shot through my limbs, then numbed my face. I knifed up and threw the blanket off my lap to warn her I was close to coming. Damn. If I’d known she was going to do this, I’d have cleaned the pipes this morning before I came to get her. I swept her hair off her face.
“Tash,” I breathed, my voice ragged.
She peeked up at me but determinedly continued her work.
She didn’t want to stop.
I kept my eyes locked on hers, unable to get my tongue to work for a totally different reason than usual. The best I managed were a few meager groans.
Tasha never came up for air.
Seconds later, my legs were tensed straight, my feet pushing into the floorboard. My ass clenched, and my eyes were shut when my release slammed into me. I pumped into her mouth, coming, moaning, writhing, and she let me. Then my muscles relaxed, my mind nothing but a fuzzy veil as my head fell back on the headrest.
Her mouth left my cock and she kissed my belly button, then my chest, hauling my shirt up as she explored me with her mouth.