“I haven’t even gotten started.”
She slid her hand to his bulge and stroked its hard length, which caused a groan to escape his lips. “Oh, I think you’re more started than you think.”
“I know where I’m at,” he said.
“You do?”
“Yes. Front and center and ready to serve.”
“Sweetheart, you’re on the injured list. I think it’s my turn to take care of you.” Staring into his eyes, she unzipped his jeans and reached inside to stroke his cock. “Um,” she said licking her lips, “commando.”
“Anything to please.”
“So, not a laundry issue?”
The woman forgot nothing. That was his excuse the first time they made love. “Does it matter?”
“No,” she said in a low, sexy moan. “Let me make you feel better.” Her thin, tiny fingers could barely wrap around him, but when her tender lips touched him it felt like he’d shoot like a rocket to the moon.
“Fuck,” he gasped.
CHAPTER TWENTY
She wanted him inside her. But that would have to wait. He was recovering from surgery and needed to restrain his activity level. She bent her head to the opening of his jeans, and licked his hard meat from base to tip.
“Fuck!” exclaimed Saks. His head fell back and he began breathing hard.
“Baby,” she said, “I want you in my mouth. I need to taste you.”
“I’m powerless to stop you” said Saks. When she arched an eyebrow in reply he said, “No, really. Lying flat like this, I can’t move.”
“Good.” She laughed as she got to her knees, and pulled his jeans down to reveal his hard and ready shaft that slapped against his stomach. She wrapped her fingers at the base of his cock and lowered her head to it, lapping the head where precum glinted in the thin ribbon of sunlight streaming from Saks’ nearly- closed curtains.
Her tongue tasted this small part of him, musk and salt, desire and sex, and she wanted more. So much more. The scent of him surrounded her and she was caught in the spell of the powerful man below her. She swore her heart beat in a different rhythm now, one that included his heart, too. A beat that encircled her and twined them together. At this moment there was nothing she wouldn’t do to give him happiness.
Chrissy took him into her mouth, taking as much as she could which was only a third. He was big! Her tongue teased his flesh and he swelled harder as his skin grew to steel-like tautness.
“Oh, baby,” he moaned. “Take it all.”
She wasn’t sure she could. She cursed her untutored motions in this. For the first time in her life she was jealous of other girls who had more experience and would know what to do.
But Saks was hers, her man, and she wasn’t going entertain thoughts of what other women would do with him. If she had her way, he’d never go near another woman again. She opened her mouth and slid it down his length as far as she could take it.
“Oh, baby,” he moaned. With his one good hand he wove his fingers in her hair, and her body responded with a shiver that started at the top of her head and shot to her toes.
She didn’t know eating a man’s cock could be so hot.
With a steely grip, he urged her to take more of him. With his hand drawing pleasure/pain with the pulling of her hair, his musk overwhelming her nose, and her mouth full of his cock, she fell headlong in her arousal. She grew wet instantly.
“Baby,” he groaned.
She swallowed, taking his tasty salty precum down her throat. Every part of him was made for her and she needed him inside her. Chrissy pulled away and stared into his gorgeous eyes.
“Sweetie,” she said. “Can I, I mean, I don’t want to hurt you, but you have me so hot I need you.”
“I’m a big boy,” said Saks. “I can take it.”
“Yes,” she murmured. “You certainly are.” She stood and shed her clothes, to stand utterly naked before him.