The heat had been severed because she’d ended it without warning. It seemed like she’d changed her mind, like she’d realized this was a mistake she couldn’t live with. But then the desire burned in her eyes, and she dragged her hands down my chest, feeling the hardness of my pecs and then my abs. Slowly, she moved, biting her bottom lip in the process.
Jesus Christ.
I always made a woman feel sexy. But a woman had never made me feel so sexy.
Her fingers trailed the riverbeds in my abs, touching the hard muscle that a thousand daily crunches produced. Lower, her fingertips went until she reached the top of my slacks. Her hands were steady as she unfastened the button and got the zipper down. She took her time, purposely torturing the both of his. Then her tongue swiped across her bottom lip, like the sight of my body had been everything she’d ever wanted.
She gripped my slacks and my boxers and slowly tugged them down as she lowered herself to her knees in front of me, her dress rising over her hips and settling above her waist. Her toned thighs were exposed, along with the teal color of her panties.
She pulled my bottoms down until they were around my ankles then stared at my cock with the same desire she gave the rest of me. “Oh…wow.” Her hands glided up my muscular thighs until she gripped my hips. Slowly, she leaned in and pressed a kiss to the head of my cock, giving him a slow and seductive greeting.
Who the fuck was this woman?
She dragged her tongue over the head, tasting the drool I had developed for her. She shut her mouth and enjoyed the taste before she did it again, getting my head wet with her saliva.
Head wasn’t even this good when I paid for it.
She opened her mouth and flattened her tongue before she pushed her mouth past the head of my cock. She closed her eyes for a moment, like she was enjoying the way my thickness stretched her throat.
I thought she’d be on the bed by now and we’d be fucking.
But this was good too.
She pushed my length as deep as she could go without losing her breath before she pulled it out again. Slowly, she moved, pressing her tongue hard against me and carefully keeping her mouth wide apart to keep the edge of her teeth away from my length. She sucked my cock like she enjoyed it, enjoyed everything from the size to the taste.
When I slid my hand into her soft hair, her eyes flicked up and looked at me.
Holy fuck.
Bright green orbs stared into mine, her arousal on fire. She didn’t skip a beat as she continued to push my length into her throat, slowly so she could treasure every single inch. Her hands moved to my balls, and she gently massaged them with her soft fingertips.
My hand tightened on her hair, and I forgot to breathe. I’d been sucked off a lot in my life, but never quite like this. Her pressure was perfect, and even though she moved so slow, it felt so right. Her mouth was warm and soft, and she took extra care to make sure he felt welcome between those pretty lips.
She moved a little farther and pushed an extra inch inside, taking as much as she possibly could. She left a few inches of my base out, but that was still better than most women could handle.
With my feet shoulder-width apart, I gradually moved with her, giving her my dick at the same pace as she took it. She was getting me so wet, and I suspected I was doing the same to her. A woman didn’t suck dick like that unless she loved every second of it.
She sucked on the head of my cock before she swiped her tongue across it. When she pulled off her mouth, there was a strand of saliva between her lips and the tip of my cock. She swiped it away with her tongue, never taking her eyes off me. This woman was so confident, so comfortable in her own skin, and that was the sexiest thing ever. Some women tried to pretend to be something they weren’t, tried to be confident and cool to impress me, but they were never comfortable in their own shoes. This woman truly didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of her.
She gripped my hips and pressed a soft kiss to the head of my cock, like she was giving him a tender goodbye. Sitting with her knees folded underneath her and her bright thong visible, she looked too perfect to be real.
She grabbed my hands and pulled herself up before she turned around and slid her hair over one shoulder, showing me the zipper to the back of her dress.