When the last of her tremors subsided, he rubbed his face against the inside of her leg and stood. His cock was standing upright. Hard and engorged against his belly. She thought he was going to enter her now, but he kissed her knee and moved back.
“Where are you going?” she inquired, baffled.
“To the shower.”
“Aren’t you going to finish what you started?”
“Isn’t it finished?” he asked, raising a cocky brow.
“But you didn’t come,” she protested.
He shook his head. “That’s all right, love. You are sore. Knowing I brought you ecstasy is enough for me.”
She looked pointedly at his cock. Still swollen and needy. A bead of pre-cum forming on the slit. She licked her lips at the sight.
“Pay no attention to it. My rude cock has no notion of gentlemanly manners.”
“On the contrary. I intend to pay it its most deserved attention.”
With that, she slid from the table and kneeled in front of him. Before he could stop her, she took his member in her hands and sucked at the crown. Lapping up the droplet of semen.
“Oh fuck, Kalli,” he rasped. “You don’t have to do that.”
But his hands closed on her head. Not pulling or pushing. Merely holding her, as if waging a battle where the outcome was still very much undecided.
She tipped the scales. Stroking his length with one hand, she sucked at the head while cupping and rolling his testicles on the other.
His hands tightened even more on her hair, and he made a gratifying sound of defeat. His body had surrendered, but still he tried to demur.
“Wait, darling. It’s not—”
She released his crown with a popping sound. “Shut up and let me enjoymybreakfast. Feed it to me right into my mouth.”
With a groan of surrender, he stumbled to the table and leaned back against it, one hand grabbing the edge of the table for support, while the other tangled in her hair and controlled her movement.
She sat on the chair he had just vacated and set to pleasure him with the same thoroughness he had devoted to her. Incoherent, fractured words fell from his mouth. Words of encouragement, of ecstasy. Words of love.
“You want my cum, darling?”
“Mmm” was her only response, as her mouth was otherwise occupied, thoroughly filled with his cock.
“I’m going to come now,” he rasped. “You are such a good girl, Kalli. My girl. You handle my cock so well. Fuuuck.”
His guttural cry was music to her ears as he delivered as he had promised.
