It gets me unzipping his jeans.
Mal groans as I cup him over his boxers. As I stroke him over his boxers.
He sucks harder. Then it's his teeth. A bite hard enough to make me yelp. But the pleasure that comes with it…
Fuck.
"Mal…" I should keep my voice down. The ocean is quiet here. The breeze too. There are no sounds of footsteps or faraway cars, but still…
I shouldn't scream his name.
I want to scream his name.
He pulls away from my body enough to look me in the eyes. "You want to be in control, baby?"
"I want to make you feel good."
There's nothing in his expression but that mix of desire and control. I don't have a better way to describe it.
The look in his eyes is commanding and satisfied at once.
He lets out a low groan as he lowers himself onto his back. "Come here and sit on my face."
I shift onto his body, like I'm about to straddle him for cowgirl and move forward.
"Facing my feet."
Oh.
Fuck.
My sex clenches. "I've never."
"You'll like it."
I nod, even though my thighs are shaking so hard I can barely hold myself up. I never even thought about sixty-nining with Adam, but the thought of giving Mal pleasure as he's giving it to me…
Fuck.
I barely manage to get myself into position, my knees planted outside his ears, my thighs against his cheeks.
"Take me into your mouth, baby, and don't stop until I come."
I groan something vaguely resembling a yes as I sink into my knees.
His lips brush against my sex.
He teases me with those soft brushes of his lips. Then with soft licks. His hands go to my hips. With a tight grip, he holds me in place, working me with those torturously slow licks.
Fuck, the pleasure spreading, pooling in my core…
I push his jeans and boxers down his thighs.
And there's Mal, hard and ready for me.
I place one hand on his hip for leverage then I bring my lips to his cock.
He shudders as I take him into my mouth.