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I panicked. What if I suffocated? Could I tolerate him filling my mouth quickly? My right palm slapped his thigh, and he glanced down.
“Keep sucking.” He glowered.
I opened my eyes wide. I’d seen him conduct, show his determination to better our performance, but this, this man above me with his striking muscles, mop of sweaty hair and gorgeous features, pushed me beyond my limits. I knew then that I did trust him. I relaxed. The panic left me. I let go of his legs, spread my arms and legs wide as in supplication.
My clitoris found a new life. She pulsated as I worked my tired jaw about him, feeling his velvety skin and the ribbed veins. I tasted his salty flavor and combined it with my copious saliva. He slid up and down, little dips of his cock bearable… Just.
He groaned. I held my breath. Waited for the spurt. Desperate to breathe, I opened my mouth and, to my surprise, he withdrew to my lips.
“Your tongue, liebling,” he said gently.
I stuck out my tongue and he placed the tip of his cock on it, allowing me to taste him. I watched mesmerized as he fisted and pumped the tip until his cream shot out. It trickled down my tongue and throat. I swallowed it all easily.
A lengthy orgasm and with each little spurt, he grunted.
The moment Stefan had finished, he sprang away from me and lay back down. He herded my hot body into his own, spooning me with his chest and bent legs. He pecked the back of my head with kisses. “Thank you—for trusting me.”
I lay exhausted. Past midnight, according to my bedside clock—I couldn’t face washing off the sweat and sticky mess of his semen on my chest. My eyelids drooped, and with a last burst of energy, I reached out and switched off the light.
Chapter Eight
I stirred in the middle of the night, staggered to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. Before slipping back into bed, I put on a T-shirt. Stefan remained crashed, one arm hanging off the bed and his other curled around his head. In the dim light, I admired his fantastic form and purred to myself. I touched his arm—cool. I carefully drew up the duvet and covered both of us. Snug and warm, I cuddled up to him. He muttered in his sleep. The last thing I remembered as I drifted off into my own erotic dreamland was his delicious smell.
* * * *
The alarm clock buzzed at seven o’clock. I let it go for a while before smacking the snooze button. Rotating onto my side, I discovered Stefan lying, staring at me with wide-open eyes. I jumped. He really was a lark.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked.
“You looked peaceful. Didn’t want to wake my sleeping beauty.” He leaned across to my side and kissed my forehead.
A wonderful glow emanated from where he had kissed me, and it spread around my body. I burrowed into his chest. “I wish I didn’t have to work,” I confessed. I’d quite happily stay in bed with him all day.
“You could take the day off,” he sugg
ested, looping an arm around me.
I cursed under my breath. If he carried on like this, I’d not make it, but I had the key to open up and responsibilities.
I shook off his arm. “Sorry. Have to go.” I turned, shuffling my feet to the edge of the bed, ready to stand.
Stefan hooked his arm around me, reached under my flimsy T-shirt, and scooped a breast into his palm. He pinned my back to his chest. “Shame. I think your technique could do with some exercise.”
My throat constricted. “My technique isn’t good enough for you? I seem to recollect you struggled to resist my mediocre technique.” I shoved my bottom backward into his groin. His penis moved. A pleasant sensation.
“You didn’t seem overly confident. We could definitely work on your confidence levels.” He wrapped a leg over mine.
I gyrated my butt, feeling him grow. “I’m not used to performing under such pressure.”
“It’s a matter of practice. The more you do it, the easier it becomes.” He pinched a nipple.
I groaned into my pillow. “Please, Stefan. Not now.”
“How about this weekend?” He squeezed harder.
I relented a little. “I’m not working.”
“That’s a promising start. I actually meant the whole weekend.”
