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“Fuck yes, Lia,” he mutters against my skin.
Tingles rush down my spine, as he drags his mouth up the inside of my arm, whispering his lips against my elbow crease. My fingers curl into his hair as he moves his attention to my breasts, his hot mouth seeking out my nipple beneath the cotton of my shirt and lace of my bra.
He groans, his teeth grazing over the nub before sucking me into his mouth.
“God, Drix,” I moan, heat pooling between my legs.
“I’ve been waiting all day to peel your clothes from your body,” he admits, drawing back as he presses one last kiss against the back of my hand, resting it on my lap. “Fuck, you make me ache for you, Lia.” His gaze drops to his lap, and his erection pushing against the confines of his jeans. “Look at how hard I am for you.”
I reach for him, my fingers coasting over his erection. “Knowing how much you want me gives me so much confidence, Drix. You’re not the only one aching to be touched,” I say, reaching for the buckle of his belt and undoing it. He leans back on his hands, making it easier for me to free him.
“Touch me, Lia.”
“Stay there,” I command softly, pushing off the bed and dropping to my knees in front of him, resting my hands on his knees and urging him to make room for me.
“Fuck, Lia,” he replies, his voice rumbling out of his chest as he stares down at me. “Look at you on your knees for me. So fucking beautiful.”
“I want to make you feel as worshipped and adored as you’ve made me feel. I want to taste you.”
Cupping my face, he slides the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. “I can’t lie, I’ve thought about these plump lips wrapped around my cock. I’ve wondered how well you’d take me. If you’d lick me slowly, or suck me down deep.”
“I’ve imagined it too,” I admit, his mouth parting on a groan as I undo his zipper, grazing my fingers gently over his dick.
“Jesus,” he mutters, his cock jerking against my hand.
“These need to come off,” I say, reaching up and gripping the waistband of his jeans and boxers.
Lifting his arse off the bed, he steadies himself as I pull down his jeans, his cock springing free. The head is a shiny, deep red, a pearl of pre-cum beading on the slit. Adjusting my position, I remove his clothes, freeing them from his body, and discarding them on the floor. Automatically, his legs widen, allowing me to settle between them as my palms slide up his shins, over his knees and along the tops of his thighs. His powerful muscles contract beneath my touch, the soft, dark-blonde hair on his legs tickling my palms and sending shivers of pleasure up and down my spine.
“Take off your t-shirt,” I urge him. “I want you bare when I take you in my mouth.”
He grins, reaching for the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it off. “I like you giving me orders, doll.”
For a moment, I just drink him in. His beautiful body is exquisite, cut to perfection. His intricate tattoos, stunning, only adding to my attraction to him.
“You turn me on so much, I’m so wet for you, Drix,” I whisper, my fingers wrapping around his erection, my clit pulsing as I gently hold him. Despite being on my knees, I feel powerful, his desire for me destroying all the bad memories I had with Martin, replacing them with new ones. Better ones.
“Keep saying things like that to me and I may just come before you even wrap your pretty lips around my cock,” he admits roughly.
I let out a soft laugh, then rise on my knees, licking the tip of his cock, tasting him for the very first time. He groans, muttering curse words under his breath as I press the flat of my tongue against him and fold my lips over the head of his cock, sucking him into my mouth.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, jerking, more salty pre-cum exploding on my tongue.
I hold him in my mouth, laving my tongue against his sensitive flesh, enjoying the feel of his thickness before sliding him deeper into my throat. He’s so long, I can’t take him all the way, my lips meeting my fist as he hits the back of my throat.
“That feels so good, doll. So fucking good,” he praises as I suction my lips around him, hollowing out my cheeks and slowly bobbing my head up and down his length.
Every time I reach the tip, I run my tongue around his glans, paying particular attention to the thick, throbbing vein that runs along the underside of his cock.
He groans and I moan around his dick, my knickers flooding with arousal, my nipples scraping against the lace of my bra, edging me further. God, I need him inside of me. I’ve never been more turned on.
But first, I want him to unravel just like he’s made me unravel from his talented mouth and tongue. So I pick up my pace, sucking him as deep as I can go, my saliva dripping down his length covering my fingers as I move my hand up and down his cock.
“Lia, fuck!” he grinds out, his hand wrapping around the back of my head, urging me to move faster, to take him deeper.
Humming around his length, I rub my thighs together, trying and failing to ease the need between my legs. I feel him thicken, and my jaw aches from stretching so wide to accommodate him. Then I remember what he told me about his fantasy, and I pull back, releasing his dick.
“Lia,” he pants, a questioning look in his eyes. “Was I too rough?”
