“I bet you’re wet, aren’t you?” he asked.
Another wordless moan from her, and it sounded positive.
He chuckled as he worked his way lower, to her slacks. When she tried to reach down and unfasten them, he pushed her hands away, over her head, where he lightly pinned her by the wrists.
“No,” he said, smirking at her. “I’m driving.”
Her chest heaved with every breath she drew, and she squirmed against him. Not trying to get away, but trying to get closer.
He kissed her on the lips before releasing her hands. “Stay,” he softly ordered.
His cock ached, straining against his pants, screaming at him to fuck her, and fuck her right this goddamned minute!
She didn’t move when he sat up and started working on her pants again. And as he slid them down her hips, that’s when a thought hit him.
“Um, do you have any condoms?”
Her eyes widened then she groaned in frustration. “Shit! You don’t have any?”
He shook his head. “I wasn’t expecting this. Sorry.”
“But…” She threw her head back with a frustrated sigh. She looked like she was about to cry. He wanted to comfort her and laugh at the same time. He got out of bed, dropped his slacks and his briefs, and climbed back into bed.
“Don’t worry, I have an idea.” He knelt between her legs and pushed them apart. “I won’t leave you hanging. I’ll never leave you hanging.”
He chuckled again as he felt her nails graze his scalp as she grabbed his head. When his lips brushed against her outer labia, she let out a happy moan.
Holy fuck! She’d nearly burst into tears at the thought of not getting any relief after managing to make it this far. He had no idea what an effort of will it had taken her to let go and give in to him. Even though it was what she wanted more than anything, to have someone she could trust to be like that with, doing it was another thing entirely.
And if they didn’t go all the way now, she didn’t know when she’d be able to get the guts to try it again.
Then he pushed her legs apart and her world nearly dissolved at the delicious feel of his warm, wet mouth on her pussy.
“Yesss!” she hissed as his tongue flicked out and stroked her clit. She plunged her hands into his hair, holding on, praying he didn’t stop. She’d only received oral one other time, and that was the summer between high school and her first semester of college.
Hell, she’d still been in college the last time she’d gotten laid.
She held on to him like a soon-to-be bride at a Filene’s Basement sale scoring a prized designer wedding gown. He buried his tongue deep inside her, fucking her with it, driving her out of her mind. Then he replaced his tongue with two fingers, using his tongue to flick her clit again.
She exploded. Crying out, she held on tightly as she rode his face through several orgasms that felt better than any she’d ever had in her life. When she tried to tell him she was done, he wrapped his hands around her thighs and continued going after her oversensitive clit. She squirmed and writhed to get away from him, but then she felt yet another orgasm sweep through her, rendering her practically senseless.
Finally, he relented and sat up with a pleased smile on his face. “Good?”
“Uh-huh!” She crooked a finger at him, urging him close. She grabbed him and kissed him. She could taste her own juices on his lips, musky and sweet, and for some reason it pleased her more than she wanted to admit.
Marking my territory.
Maybe that was exactly it. She rolled him onto his back and straddled his legs. At least his efforts to get her off hadn’t diminished his own desire. His rock-hard cock stood at attention, a good seven inches long, cut, and thick enough to make her happy.
He crossed his arms behind his head so he could watch her. For some reason, that pleased her, too.
Her eyes never left his as she gently wrapped her fingers around his cock and lowered her lips to the head. She swept her tongue over the glans, along the slit, and collected a few drops of pearly pre-cum that had already gathered there.
Doug let out a soft moan, his bottom lip caught under his upper teeth as he watched her. She teased him, spending several long, slow minutes lavishing attention on the head of his cock while it throbbed and twitched in her hand. She loved the taste of him and took great pleasure lapping up every drop her efforts rewarded her with.
“Please,” he urged, “don’t torture me.”
She smiled and went a little lower, taking him deeper into her mouth. His pleasured groan rewarded her, and she spent several more minutes teasing and tormenting him until she finally swallowed him all the way to the base. She hadn’t given head in several years either, but she was glad to see that she still remembered the skills of one of her favorite activities.
Doug was apparently glad, too, from the way he bucked his hips, trying to get her to move.
She cupped his balls with her other hand, softly kneading them with her fingers and earning her a few more happy moans from her partner.
“Please,” he hissed, “do it!”
She chuckled around his cock. It felt good to have a man begging her for pleasure.
Hell, it feels damn good to have a man, period!
She started going down on him in earnest. She lapped at his shaft with her tongue as she worked his length with her lips. Just as he let out a loud cry, she felt his cock grow even harder, swelling and throbbing before his load exploded into her mouth.
Dammit! He hated to admit it, but she was every bit as good as Tate with her mouth. He’d planned on giving her a good show, at least, even if she wasn’t very good at it, satisfied that he’d gotten her off several times. But no acting was needed on his part. Harper’s eager, skilled mouth took control of his cock and drained his aching balls dry.
He pulled her up into his arms, cuddling her close. When he kissed her, he tasted himself on her.
“Good?” she asked, sounding almost tentative, as if the self-assured woman who’d just given him one of the best blow jobs of his life was now worried if he’d liked it or not.
He laughed. “Good doesn’t even come close to describing it.”
Holding her felt so different than holding Tate. He didn’t want to make the comparisons, but he couldn’t help it. Her soft, rounded curves fit nicely against him. He hadn’t been with a woman since before he met Tate, but he was happy he could make her feel good.
At least I can do one thing right and make someone happy.
“That was…amazing,” she whispered against his chest.
“Ditto.” He kissed her forehead. She tipped her face back so he could kiss her properly, on the lips. Now that they’d gotten that first burst of energy out of their system, he stroked his free hand down her belly to settle between her legs. When she tried to protest that she didn’t think she could come again, he shushed her with another kiss, not letting her go as he parted her labia and found her clit. After a moment, she melted against him. She threw her arms around him and didn’t let go, kissing him back forcefully as he drove her to another orgasm.
Something about the sound and feel of her moans in his mouth as he kissed her turned him on even more than the feel of her lips on his cock earlier.
When she came, she tried to sit up to go down on him again, but he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down on top of him in a sixty-nine. With his fingers digging into her sweetly plump ass cheeks, he buried his face between her legs again and licked her pussy as she moaned around his cock.
It didn’t take long for them both to explode, the feel of her screaming out her climax around his cock setting him off.