Holding Her Hand (The Reed Brothers 9)

His fingers stroke down the length of my hair and I close my eyes. He holds me tightly, like I’m precious to him, as I fall asleep.

Ryan

I wake up in heaven with the feel of a warm mouth wrapped around my dick. I look down and see a brown head of hair. “Lark,” I say.

She nods, one side of her face pressed against my belly, her hair wild and out of control as she tests how far she can take me in her mouth. I never want her to stop. But she does. Damn it.

She lets my dick pop out of her mouth, and gets up on her hands and knees to look up at me. I want to cry when she lifts her hands to talk to me, but I want her to talk to me at the same time. And then again I don’t. Because I just woke up and I came twice last night and I’d really like to do it again. In her mouth.

“I’ve always wanted to try this,” she says, and then she grins at me.

“Don’t let me stop you,” I say, biting back a grin as I adjust my pillow, sitting up a little taller so I can watch her.

“It’s so soft,” she says, and she wraps her hand around the base of my dick.

“I’m offended,” I say and I pretend to pout.

“Why?” She laughs, her shoulders shaking.

“You called me soft.” I point to my dick. “That is not soft.”

She laughs again and licks me from base to tip.

I tap her on the shoulder. “In your mouth?” I suggest. Enough with the tongue action. It’s not an ice cream cone.

She wraps her lips around the head of my dick and gives it a quick suck. “Like that?”

“Yes, please.” I can’t take the grin off my face.

I settle back to watch her. Her eyes meet mine as she gives it another lick, like she’s an owl and it’s a lollipop, then she grins. “You look awfully comfortable.”

“I’m a man and my dick is hard and it’s in your mouth. I’m in heaven.”

She laughs around my dick, then she hollows out her cheeks and gives it a hard suck. She lays the side of her face on my stomach so that I can’t see her smile anymore, and I thread my fingers into her hair, palming the back of her head. She nods, telling me silently that it’s okay if I guide her. I push her head down a little, encouraging her to take a little more. Holding my breath, I thrust into her mouth and wait for her to say yes or no. Some women don’t like it. Some do. I have no idea what Lark likes, and ne

ither does she. Until now.

Her hand circles my dick at the base, and she brings it up to meet her lips, and then goes back down again. Oh, shit. That feels really good. So good that it’s only seconds until I feel like I’m going to come.

I pull her hair gently to get her to stop, but she shakes her head and sucks harder. She wants me to come in her mouth? I can’t ask her if she’s sure because she’s facing away from me. “Lark,” I say out loud.

She nods again, and sucks harder. My balls feel like they’re going to crawl up my throat. Then she starts to hum. I can feel the vibration of it against my belly, and that’s all it takes. I come, holding tightly to her hair as I take small thrusts into her mouth, and she takes it, sucking hard, swallowing so hard I can feel it in her throat. Suddenly, she pulls back and I finish on my stomach, getting her hand wet.

She sits up, looks at me with a grin on her face, and holds out her wet hand. I start to jump up to get her a towel, since I just made a mess, but she waves me away. She goes to the sink, cleans up, and then runs butt-naked back to bed. She hands me a towel so I can wipe my stomach and then she dives under the covers.

I clean myself up and then I use my thumb to wipe the corners of her lips, which makes her blush. She just swallowed when I came in her mouth and now she’s blushing? “I think you’re amazing,” I tell her. And not just because she just let me come in her mouth. It’s all of her.

She rolls her eyes. “You’re a guy. All of you think blow jobs are amazing.”

“Well, that does cloud our brains. But you…you’d still be pretty special even if you didn’t just do that.”

She scrunches up her face. “Did I do it right?”

I wipe her lip again, even though it’s clean. “Well, if that happens, you did it right, you know?”

I pull the covers down and she grabs hold of them again, keeping them up by her chin. I kiss her until she turns to mush, and then I give the quilt a tug, and she lets it go. “You’re so beautiful,” I say, running my hands all over her stomach and hips, then I move to her boobs. “So pretty. I might never let you out of bed.”

I toss the covers over my head and move down. She doesn’t stop me. And in a few minutes, she’s kicking the covers down herself, grabbing my hair and pressing my face into her pussy, and I’m loving every second of it. She clamps down tight on my fingers as I push her over the peak, and I don’t let up until she makes me.