I feel dizzy, my entire body tingling with want.
“Ask me,” she says softly, not a trace of a smile on her lips, just that intensity as she keeps her eyes on mine.
It might be a dare. Or a trick. I don’t care. Her hands don’t move. My hands still absently stroke her hair. The tip of my cock points at her mouth which is only inches away. I want it like a shy schoolboy wants the first kiss.
And I wantherto finish me off.
“Please?” I say, not believing my own fucking mouth.
Her tongue darts out, licking my tip, her eyes not leaving mine. Mine dart to her lips that start rhythmically sucking on my tip, and in a moment, I gush like a broken tap into her mouth, grunting and moaning and making some sounds that I never thought I was capable of producing.
Only her brows twitch a little as her head ducks to swallow all I had in store for her. Then she releases my cock, kisses its tip, and slowly rises to her feet.
She kissed the tip of my cock…
I think I might blush.
Her lips twitch in a tiny smile when she says, “That was some pretty good cognac.”
I grin, utterly smitten, palm her hot face, and kiss her deeply.
“Where did you come from, kitten?” I murmur into her mouth.
“Your dreams.”
No shit.
Kat tastes like me, and I swear, this rails me up even more. She didn’t take even half of my length in her mouth but blew my mind.
I let go of her and gently turn her to face the bar mirror as I stand behind her. I pull her hair to the back and caress her tits.
They are beautiful, with perfect nipples. She is gorgeous, and I haven’t even seen her with makeup on.
Kat tilts her head back onto my shoulder, her eyelids drooping.
“I was right about you,” I say, kissing her neck and playing with her breasts.
“That you’ll fuck me again?”
“That your mouth is good at more than smart comments.”
I slide my hand up her chest to take her chin and turn it so I can kiss her. Kissing her after what she’d done with her tongue on my cock almost feels like a privilege.
My other hand slides down her front and between her legs. She is soaked—I’m sure down to her knees.
“You are so wet for me, kitten,” I murmur, my dick already hardening at the thought of being inside her. That fucker is hungry for her like it’s been celibate for decades.
I slide my hand around her hip to her ass, gently spread her asscheeks, and slide my finger to her back entrance.
Kat tenses up.
I start rubbing it gently, teasing only, to see if she likes that.
She breaks the kiss.
“Archer…”
I press my finger harder.