He did, without saying a word. Lean muscular legs, hard thick cock, abs, the V, the broad chest, the entire freaking silent package.
I trailed my fingers from Hunter’s navel to his nipples, circling them as they hardened. “You’re magnificent.”
Hunter made a small sound in his throat. I had to be careful not to brush against his hard cock as I moved around him, touching him, tracing muscles and circling joints, the notches of his spine, and the long lines of hard flesh down his back. I came back to face him, to find his eyes as I ran my hands down his sides to his hips, resting them there. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat and I felt the lightest pressure as he leaned into my hold.
“Can I taste you?” I asked.
“I wish you would.”
I’m pretty sure sucking him was a rule transgression, but I decided there was no sologamy manual set in stone, and I was free to rewrite mine.
I dropped to my knees and nudged his legs a little wider apart. I rubbed my face on his thigh, breathing in the scent of him. He smelled of the forest, of the aspens and fir, fresh snow and pine. And beneath that was a deep male scent that spoke to the basest part of my brain and made my pussy ready to fuck.
I cupped his balls, rolling them gently, feeling the heavy weight of his desire. My other hand circled his dick, squeezing, milking a few drops of precum from him. Using my thumb, I made the head of his cock slippery, then licked it.
“I promise I won’t touch you, but if you keep doing that, I can’t promise I won’t come,” he warned.
I just smiled and kissed the tip of his cock before sliding my tongue all around it. I took as much of him as I could into my mouth after getting the shaft nice and wet. I licked, sucked, made as much noise as I wanted over Hunter’s beautiful erection, while stroking what I couldn’t get into my mouth with my hand. I played with the area behind his balls. If he was going to come in my mouth I wanted it to be as good as I could make it. I wanted it to be something he’d never forget.
Every so often I went too deep and managed to choke myself. At one stage, Hunter’s hands came to the side of my head so I released him, a trail of saliva the only thing connecting us.
“Hands,” I warned.
“Sorry,” he huffed. “I’m losing it here. You have the hottest fucking mouth.”
“That’s a reasonable defense,” I said, and went back to sucking his cock. A few strokes later I felt his thighs tense, his balls tighten and the salty taste of a flood of precum. He increased in size in my mouth.
“Any second now,” he warned.
I sucked harder, taking him as deep as I could and felt the first hot rush of cum hit the back of my mouth. Hunter growled my name, and cursed me while I sucked, and swallowed, and felt like the ruler of the kingdom.