Bennett (On the Line 2)

When she took me all the way into her mouth, I let out a long, loud groan. The tip of my cock found the back of her throat and I closed my eyes, never wanting this to end. I was breathing hard, my whole body on fire for her.

She stopped the teasing all at once, her hand and mouth working up and down on my dick so damn well the urge to come hit after just a couple minutes. I tensed, telling myself not to, but it had been so long since I’d had a blow job, and it was Charlotte, my fantasy woman, bobbing up and down on my dick, her tits bouncing and her round, full ass sticking out just right.

I imagined I was behind her, not even taking the little white panties off. I’d just slide them aside, ease my cock into her wet pussy and fuck her until she was screaming my name.

Ah, fuck. That was it.

“I’m gonna come,” I said quickly, pulling lightly on her hair.

Instead of stopping, she tightened her hand around my shaft and cupped my balls with her other one. I groaned hard, my hips arching up as I came in her mouth.

My muscles went slack as she finished me, not missing a single drop.

“You almost killed me there,” I said, falling back onto the bed. “Damn, woman.”

She curled up on her side next to me. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

“If I’d known, I would’ve made it happen sooner.”

She smiled and I kissed her, tasting myself on her lips. “You’re so damn sexy, baby. Spread those legs for me so I can have some fun now.”

“Actually . . . I have something else in mind. When you’re . . . up to it, I mean.”

“I see what you did there,” I said, grinning at her. “Give me like five minutes.”

I traced a path down her arm to her hip and then back up to her jawline.

“Have you ever been in love?” she asked softly.

I grazed my fingers across the swell of her stomach. Why couldn’t we just talk about this, the future—our future—instead of the past?

“There was someone in college,” I said. “From my hometown. We were at different schools.”

Charlotte’s eyes were bright, but this time, it was with curiosity rather than arousal.

“What happened?”

I shrugged. “It didn’t end well. It’s a painful subject.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry you asked. I’ll tell you about it at some point. What about you? Ever been in love?”

She sighed softly. “I don’t know. I’ve told a couple guys I loved them, but I’m not sure I meant it. There just comes a point where you feel like you’re supposed to say it, I guess.”

I slid a hand onto her hip and kissed her forehead. “Don’t ever say it to me unless you mean it.”

“How did you know you were in love when you were?”

“Because I cared for her so much it hurt sometimes.”

She cradled my cheek in her hand. “This is the happiest I’ve been in a while.”

“Me too.”

My body craved her closeness, so I kissed her. Soon she was exploring my skin the same way I was exploring hers. I got up on my elbow and eased her onto her back, my dick rock hard and ready for round two.

“Can you . . . lie back?” She pressed a palm to my chest.