"Well, it is your night." I lowered my hand.
She unhooked the buttons on my shirt one by one while seductive music played, her movements synced with the rhythm of the song. Her hips kept swaying, despite being wedged between my legs. Her fingers grazed my skin as she made her way down my chest until she'd undone every button and my shirt hung open. Humming with pleasure, she glided her palms up my chest and then dragged her nails back down it. When her fingers found the fly on my jeans, she undid that too and pulled the zipper down, down, down until she'd exposed my cock.
"I love that you don't wear anything under your pants," she said in that hot-as-hell purr. With one hand, she pulled my dick out and cupped it in her palm. "This is what I've wanted to do so badly I had to make myself come every time I fantasized about it. Like this morning. You heard me, didn't you?"
"Yeah. That's why I ran to the restroom. I needed to make myself come too."
She slid her hand up and down my length. "Yeah, I figured out what you were doing even before I heard you come."
"You heard me?" I sucked in a breath when she flicked her thumb over the head of my erection. "Fuck, Heidi, that's hot."
"Things are about to get even hotter."
She grasped the base of my erection and bent to take me into her mouth.
I set a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "Are you sure about this? Ten minutes ago, you told me to go away and you don't want to sleep with me."
"Yeah, I know. But I only said that because I do want you, so damn much, and that scares me. My history with men isn't the greatest." She peeled my hand away from her shoulder and massaged my palm with her thumb. "You're not like anyone else, though, and I suddenly realized I don't want to fight this anymore. Can't promise I'll want a candlelight dinner with you, but for tonight, all I know is that I need to be with you. Okay?"
"Sure. I want that too." I glanced down at my hard-on. "I'd love to have your mouth on me, but you shouldn't make me come. Takes me a while to get up and running again."
"That's okay. We have all night."
"Do you mean you're staying until morning?"
"Yes. Now shut up and let me taste you."
I relaxed against the bench.
Heidi lowered her mouth and licked my crown, then blew air across it. She'd hardly done anything to me, but already I had trouble catching my breath. When she swept her tongue up my cock and back down to the crown, I gripped the bench's edge hard enough to crush the cushioning. She did that again, slowly raking her tongue up my entire length and then down the other side, her damp tongue leaving a cool trail in its wake.
"Fuck, Heidi, that feels—"
My voice died when she took me into her mouth, one hand grasping the base of my erection while she massaged my inner thigh with her other hand. She pumped me while her tongue darted out to tease my skin, and she gently sucked, moving her mouth up and down, over and over, spurring me to clench the cushions harder and gasp for breath. Her mouth felt hot and wet, her tongue velvety soft, and God, the way she rubbed my thigh, inching her fingers closer and closer to my balls…
She skimmed her fingers past my balls and massaged the skin behind them.
I'd never experienced anything like this before. No one had ever touched me in that spot, but it felt incredible.
Heidi sped up her movements, pumping me faster, sucking me harder. I threw my head back and groaned, and I swore my eyes rolled back in my head for a second. Pressure built inside me as an electric current rushed down my spine, making every hair on my body stiffen, and I knew I'd lose it soon. I couldn't manage to groan, let alone speak, but I couldn't stop myself from grasping the back of her head and fisting one hand in her hair. She grunted out ravenous little noises like she loved having me in her mouth.
I came like a bomb going off. My back bowed, and the only sound I could make was a strangled gasp. She kept sucking, taking everything I had without flinching or even letting up, not until I'd spent everything inside her mouth.
She sat back on her heels and wiped her lips with one hand. "I loved doing that for you."
"Yeah," I said, still breathing hard, "I loved you doing that for me too."
Laughing, she leaned in to wrap her arms around my neck. "Mind if kiss you? Most guys don't want to kiss me when I've just given them head."
"I don't mind."
"Maybe I should drink something first."
"Don't worry about it."
I took hold of her face and tugged her closer, mashing my mouth to hers and plunging my tongue between her lips to get a deeper taste of her. Maybe I did taste myself a little, but it was only a hint of a salty tang, and I didn't care. I'd kiss her if she'd just eaten a big plateful of raw garlic and onions, or even sauerkraut. I hated that stuff.
When I finally relinquished her lips, I smiled and rubbed the corner of her mouth with my thumb. "About time I got to taste you."