Her mouth watered at the sight.
Kneeling before him, she shot him a quick smile as she rested her hands on his strong thighs. His muscles tensed beneath her touch, she saw his jaw clench with fierce concentration as she reached for him. Her fingers curled around the base of his cock and gave a gentle squeeze. He grunted and her smile grew.
“You hardly ever let me do this,” she murmured. She didn’t understand why. Every man she’d ever met loved a good blowjob.
“That’s because I’m always too eager to get inside you.”
Her pussy dampened at his words. It was another display of his lack of control when it came to her, though it wasn’t enough. She wanted him wild, crazed, demanding. She wanted him to forget everything and focus solely on his pleasure.
“Well, you’re just going to have to wait.” She leaned in close, breathed deep of his masculine, musky scent. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
“Jesus, Stace.” His words sounded strangled.
“And after you come in my mouth, I want you to make love to me.” Her lids lifted, her gaze meeting his. He stared at her, his lips slightly parted, expression dazed. It was the first time she’d ever used that term, make love. She wondered if he noticed.
“You’ll have to give me a few minutes to uh…recover,” he finally said, exhaling harshly when she gave the tip of his cock a lick.
“Oh, I’m very patient,” she practically purred, licking him again. The salty flavor of pre-come dissolved on her tongue as she lapped at him, traced the flared head of his cock, tickled the underside, the spot she knew was so sensitive because he told her so.
He moaned and propped his hands on the edge of the mattress, his fingers squeezing tight. She continued her gentle assault, licking and sucking, never quite fully taking him into her mouth. Traced the distended veins along his shaft with a featherlight touch, cupped his heavy balls in her palm. The few times she’d done this it had been a rush, a frenzy of hands and fingers and lips and tongue. He never gave her time to linger, the both of them were always too crazed to race to the end.
“I’m not,” he gasped when she drew the head of his cock between her lips and sucked, her tongue swirling. “Very patient.”
“You don’t have a choice,” she said in a singsong voice after she released him from her mouth. “I’m in charge right now. What I say goes.”
“Just…take me a little deeper,” he urged when she drew him back into her mouth. “Suck harder.”
He still wanted to be in charge, she thought, as she went ahead and did as he asked. She took him deeper, as far as he would go. Felt the tip of him bump the back of her throat and she drew him back out, not wanting to gag. She gripped the base of his shaft and slid him in and out of her mouth at a languorous pace, moaning softly around his cock, hoping he felt the vibration.
God, she grew wetter every time she withdrew him from her mouth. Her pussy ached to be filled, her clit throbbed to be touched, but she refused to indulge in her needs. She was determined to focus entirely on the man before her.
Eric settled a hand on the back of her head, pushing her down his length. His fingers threaded through her hair, pushing strands away from her face so he could watch, she had no doubt. Men were such visual creatures. She had thought it exclusive to their sex.
She’d discovered tonight at the club that both sexes could be aroused by watching. Just thinking about what she watched earlier filled her belly with an undeniable heat.
He quietly moaned her name when she increased her pace, the power of her suction. Her hand slipped from his balls to just behind them, caressing a spot she’d read about long ago that was supposedly rather effective in drawing forth an orgasm. He lifted his hips, jerked beneath her as he kept an awkward rhythm and she stroked harder. Let her fingers travel upwards the slightest bit so she played with his ass.
And just like that he shot off into her mouth with a wretched groan. No warning, no withdrawal, just a hot spray of semen blasting down her throat. She swallowed it all, sucking him deep as she drank from him and he clutched her head with both han
ds. His entire body shuddered with the powerful climax until finally she withdrew him from her mouth.
She watched with wonder as he fell back against the bed in an exhausted heap, throwing an arm over his eyes. Brushing her fingers over her mouth, she felt the sticky remnants of his come and licked it from her lips, savoring the taste.
God, that had been amazing. It filled her with a power like she’d never known before, that she could arouse a man, make a man come in such an intense manner all with a few strokes of her fingers and licks and sucks of her tongue and mouth.
“Baby, you are good,” he said, laughter tingeing his voice. “I can’t believe how hard I came. Or how fast.”
“Mmm.” She crawled onto the bed, dropping kisses on his flat stomach, his firm chest and neck as she did so. She snuggled close to his side, threw an arm across his stomach and let her fingers drift across his skin. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“Hell yes, I liked it.” He chuckled and held her close, dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be raring to go again.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” she murmured, pressing her mouth to his chest. His skin was salty, damp with sweat and she breathed deep, loving his earthy scent.
“Trust that it’ll happen. I guarantee it.”
And Eric did guarantee it. He held her close, enjoyed the way she kissed him all over his chest, his neck. Trailing his fingers across her shoulders, down her arm, he savored her satiny-soft skin, the way she felt in his arms, the hot gust of her breath against his flesh as her kisses and touches became more ardent.
His body still quivered—aftereffects from the intense orgasm she gave him. He hadn’t given her enough credit. The woman was a master with her lips and tongue, the way she touched him and stroked him. She’d lavished so much attention on him, giving generously without asking anything for herself. That alone had been half the reason his orgasm was so intense.