She massages me in slow circles, and I have to wonder how often she’s thought of this.
I catch her wrist and hold it still.
“You’re playing with fire,” I warn.
“You don’t have to tell me that,” she whispers, her lip disappearing under her teeth.
So fucking sexy.
Innocence and sensuality all wrapped up in one perfect little package.
And she’s handing herself to me on a platter.
How insane am I to think I can fight against this?
“Let me touch you,” she urges, still whispering.
“Let me see you.”
With her other hand, she tugs at the waistband of my loose, flannel pants.
I don’t bother trying to stop her; it would be like stopping the sun from rising.
This is going to happen no matter what I do to stop it.
“Let me help you.”
I hook a thumb into the waistband of my pants and my boxers and tug, giving her room to dip her hand inside and close her fingers around me.
My breath catches before I moan in approval.
“It’s so thick,” she murmurs, looking down.
She gives an experimental stroke, and I groan.
“Not too tight,” I whisper, and she loosens just a bit.
“And it’s better if you can get it wet.”
She’s determined to surprise me today.
Her eyes meet mine, locking onto me, and she raises her other hand before running the flat of her tongue from the heel to her fingertips.
She wraps that hand around me this time, and I’m afraid I might come already.
Either she has a very active imagination, or she’s been watching porn.
Either way, I don’t care.
It feels incredible.
“What next?”
She pumps slowly, almost experimental.
Watching me closely, seeing how I react.
She’s holding my whole life in her hands, and she doesn’t know it.
I would do anything for her, whatever she asks, so long as she never stops.
“Put it in your mouth.
Get on your knees.
I’ll tell you what to do.”
Because fuck it, why not?
It’s a waste of time pretending this isn’t going to happen.
And I have imagined her sucking my cock too many times to keep from taking advantage of the situation.
She wants to learn?
I’ll teach her.
She lowers herself slowly, still watching me.
“Take off your shirt,” I murmur, and the sight of her gorgeous tits dropping down from her nightshirt is a fantasy come true.
Having her on her knees, eager, only wanting to learn.
No holds barred.
“Put your lips over your teeth,” I say.
“No teeth.
Relax your throat.
It’s not going to choke you, no matter what you think.”
I take myself in one hand, guiding the head over her lips.
“I’ve wanted to fuck your mouth for so long.”
Color floods her cheeks, but she doesn’t pull away.
In fact, the tip of her tongue darts out, and she catches precum as it oozes from my head.
It’s almost too fucking hot.
“Go slow.
Take your time.”
Sliding between her lips and into the warmth of her mouth is bliss.
I have to focus on not losing it, or I might have no choice but to take her by the back of the head and fuck her until she gags.
And I will do that one day.
But not yet.
She eases her way down, one inch at a time, until she finally has most of me in her mouth.
“Now, ease your way back up,” I murmur, stroking her hair.
“Just like that.
Don’t part your lips.
Keep that suction going.
Use your tongue-press it against where the shaft meets the head.
That’s right, baby,” I groan.
She’s a quick learner and eager.
I’m eager, too.
I won’t be able to hold on much longer, even with her taking it slow.
If anything, it’s that slow, sensual pace that has me ready to burst.
“You’re so good,” I groan before withdrawing with a groan of regret.
“What’s wrong?”
Her eyes are wide, surprised.
“I thought you liked it.”
“I did,” I assure her, one hand still in her hair.
“But if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.”
Chapter 18: Mia
18
MIA
I
don’t know who’s in control of this anymore or if I ever was.
I might have had to convince him, but he’s the one who leads me to my room.
I can’t believe this is happening.
That was the biggest gamble I’ve ever taken, and my legs are still shaking from nerves.
But it worked.
It actually worked, and he’s turning to face me.
I can’t believe he’s standing in front of me like this, staring at me, taking in every inch of my bare skin.
Goose bumps rise over my arms, and I shiver, but I’m not cold.
In fact, my skin is flushed and getting warmer the longer I stand here, waiting.
“What do I do now?”
I finally have to whisper.
It sounds stupid, probably, but he knows this is my first time.
I’m not trying to impress anybody.
“Right now?
You could stand right there, and I could easily jerk off to the sight of you.”
He lowers his pants and kicks them aside, then takes himself in his fist.
Watching him like this stirs something deep in my core, tightening it, spreading heat out in all directions.
And he’s doing it because of me.
Just because he’s looking at me.
“Sit down.”
He kneels in front of me, and once I’m settled, he takes my tits in his hands.
I can’t help but thrust my chest toward him, offering more of me.
All of me.
“Perfect, fuckable tits,” he murmurs, flicking at the nipples with his thumbs.
“One of these days, I’m gonna fuck these until I come in your mouth.”
I can only stare at him, breathless, wishing that time was now.
Who knows if we’ll ever have this chance again?
He might regret it later-hell, I can admit, I might, too.
I want to do everything I can now while I have him with me.
Or maybe it’ll be so good there won’t be any chance of either of us changing our minds.
He lifts one of my tits and replaces his thumb with his tongue, slowly circling the tip.
I don’t know what’s better, the feeling or the sight of it.
I could watch him do this all day.
“That’s nice.”
I sigh.
My hand cups the back of his neck, and I hold him close.
He groans softly, and I take that as a good thing.
“You deserve to be treated like a goddess.”
He delivers the same attention to my other nipple, sucking this time.
He catches it between his teeth, and I moan helplessly, urging him on.
“That feels incredible.
Oh, my God…”
I whimper a little when he stops, making him grin.
“Already greedy.”
“I guess it’s because you make me feel so good.”
I had a feeling that would get him, and it does.
His eyes widen a little, his grin spreading wider.
“If you think that’s good, how about you let me taste you again?”
He has me on my back before I can take a breath, my feet on the floor.
He takes his time sliding my thong down, and I look down in time to see him lift the crotch to his nose.
It’s shocking and erotic, and I am so, so ready for him.
I knew if it ever happened, it would be hot and exciting and a little scary, but I had no idea anything in the world could be like this.
All I can do is wonder how much more there is.
How much more we could do together if we had the chance with nobody around to stop us.
He drapes my legs over his shoulders, positioning me.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.