She wrapped her fingers around his cock, licking its head. He began to get hard. His dick grew in her hands to its full length again.
Cupping his heavy balls, she traced up and down his shaft with her tongue. His groans told her he was enjoying her oral treatment.
“Swallow me, sweetheart.” Chance sounded so forceful and dominant. Though she knew he’d never been to Phase Four, the local BDSM club, she could imagine he would fit in quite nicely. “Let me feel your throat tightening around my cock.”
“Yes, Sir.” The response seemed so natural and appropriate to her. She loved him and respected him. He deserved everything she could give him.
She circled the head of his cock one more time before taking it into her mouth. Relaxing the back of her throat, she took as much of him as she could.
“Yes, sweetheart. That’s it. Perfect.”
She bobbed up and down his dick, hollowing out her cheeks as she sucked hard on him. Her blonde hair hung down her face, hitting his chocolate skin. She felt his hands on the sides of her face. He was watching her.
Up and down, she sucked on him, feeling his pulse from his dick to her lips.
“I’m close, baby. So close.”
That spurred her on more and she increased her tempo.
“Yes. God. Oh. Fuck.” He thrust his cock deeper down her throat and she breathed through her nose, not wanting to waste a single drop of his manly liquid.
He shot his warm load and she drank all of it.
She collapsed beside him as they both tried to catch their breaths. She couldn’t stop touching his muscled frame, so she ran her fingers up and down his body again and again.
“How’s your leg, sweetheart?”
“It’s fine. Why do you ask?”
“I just need a second before we go again.”
“What? You’ve already come twice.”
He kissed her. “Like I said before, we have a lot of catching up to do. I want to make love to you all night. You do have more condoms, don’t you?”
“I do. I saved them for you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I bought that box about a week before the Christmas party where we kissed.”
“Under the mistletoe?”
“Yes. I had hoped things would go another way than they did.”
He sighed. “Baby, that’s all my fault.”
“No.” She ran her finger down his strong jawline. “We both misread each other. We both made mistakes.”
“But that’s behind us now.” He kissed her tenderly. “Wait until next Christmas. I’m putting up mistletoe everywhere. Your lips won’t be safe from me ever again. Hell, your body won’t be safe. Hold on. How old are those condoms?”
“Don’t worry. I checked the expiration date. They’re still good.”
“Even if they weren’t, it’s too late to worry about it now.” Another kiss from him sent her to the moon. “I’m going to buy a new box tomorrow. Hand me another package, please.”
“We’re going again so soon?”
“Yes, we’re going again right now. You do things to me I’ve never experienced before.”