She kept going until she was halfway down, then she wrapped her hand snugly around the exposed part.
Fuck, the warmth from her body felt unbelievable.
Then she began to move, gliding her head forward and back. Pleasure quivered through him at the sweetness of the sensation. After a few strokes, she slid back and swirled her tongue over his crown, round and round, then dragged it under the ridge. She teased that sensitive spot just under the front, setting his blood boiling.
When she sucked, deep and hard, he moaned.
Then she went back to gliding his length.
His fingers twined through her long hair, and he wound it around his hand. As she moved, he guided her head, setting the rhythm he liked. She followed his lead perfectly. The tension in his groin coiled tighter as pleasure rippled through him. He urged her to move faster.
“Oh, fuck, baby, I’m so close. Do you want me to come in your mouth?”
He knew he could just order her to do it, but … he wanted her to want it.
Her gaze tipped up to his and she nodded, her head continuing to move. Taking him deep into her warmth. In fact, he realized she’d pressed her hand tightly to his root and was taking him almost all the way in.
Back. Then forward.
Fuck, he was all the way inside her now.
The tight control he was keeping on his body to make this last as long as possible began to fray. She slid back, and he pulled her forward in a quick swoop. All the way again.
“Ohhh, fuck, baby.”
Then she started to surge forward and back, taking his full length every time. His breathing was erratic, and he knew he was clinging to the edge.
She squeezed him with her lips. When she slid back, she paused to suck his cockhead, then slipped off.
“Please come in my mouth, sir.” Her beautiful blue eyes peered up at him, pleading.
How did she do that? Look so sincere about giving him pleasure?
Then she glided deep again, and he lost it.
The tension in his groin coiled tight, then released. He groaned as pleasure erupted through him, his cock pulsing. Hot liquid filled her mouth, surrounding his cock. He jerked forward, filling her deeper, as the orgasm consumed him.
Oh, God, the intensity of it blew his mind.
He slumped back against the bar, sucking in short, deep breaths.
After a moment, he turned his attention to her, still on her knees in front of him, and met her blue-eyed gaze. His cock still sprouted from her full lips, her hand wrapped firmly around it. Slowly she glided back, swirling her tongue around his shaft as she moved, then over the cockhead. Her tongue lapped over every part of the crown before she finally slipped off the end of him.
Then she swallowed.
Fuck, he wanted to pull her into his arms and take that pretty little mouth of hers. To drive h
is tongue inside and taste his essence on her tongue.
“Thank you, sir,” she said softly, then bowed her head as if awaiting further orders.
At the sight, a grim melancholy washed over him.
Now he felt like a total jerk. His first time with the woman he loved had been a cheap, tawdry blow job. For his pleasure only.
Fuck, he wanted to drag her to the couch and go down on her right now. To rip away the tiny lace panties so he could see her pussy for the first time, then drive his tongue into her so far … to tease her clit so intensely … that she’d scream his name.
But he pulled the reins tight on that overwhelming desire as he realized what he’d just admitted to himself. Goddamn, he could not allow himself to love her.