“Mae?”
She hums in answer, not stopping her slow, needy kisses.
“I don’t want to go faster than what you’re okay with, but…” My words trail off, and her mouth freezes.
Slowly, she pulls away, then looks down between us. I do the same, greeted by the sight of my cock looking hard and ready and nestled perfectly against her pussy. The evidence of my earlier release is now painted over her skin from where we’ve been pressed together.
“Whoa.” She stares, mouth parted in awe. “Can I touch you?”
“You can do whatever you want to me.”
She leans up, and I follow her lead to turn onto my back, letting her sit between my thighs.
“Now, that’s a nice view,” I say as she slowly eases down the mattress.
She smiles at me before staring down at my dick. I throw a hand behind my head so I can watch her. This sight alone is enough to keep me craving whatever she has to give, even if it’s just her sleeping in my arms.
Her hands run over my hips and thighs, fingertips teasing along my skin, and it feels like I’m on fire beneath her touch.
“Have you done this before?” I’m starting to wonder just how much experience she’s had before tonight. Not that I particularly want to think about her with other guys, but I want to make sure she’s okay with whatever we do.
“Plenty of times,” she says, and my jaw tightens.
“So you’ve been down on guys, but they’ve never returned the honour? Fucking bastards,” I seethe, but she just throws her head back and laughs.
“I didn’t necessarily want them to. I wasn’t trying to make connections,” she says, still stroking her hands up and down my skin, getting more daring with her exploration as a finger drags from the top of my cock and down, making me hiss. “Besides.” Her eyes grow hooded, unfocused with desire. “I’m glad I held out for a guy who knows what he’s doing.”
“Are you sure you can say that with any confidence? Maybe I should show you again.” My dick perks up even further at the thought of having more of her. “Just to be sure.”
She tilts her head in a tease, as if she’s actually mulling the question over in her mind. “Perhaps,” she says.
The confidence I’m used to is back. The surety as she moves her body over me, hands exploring, hips rocking side to side from where she kneels between my legs, and then those eyes as she strikes my soul like lightning, focused on me as her tongue reaches out and licks all the way up my length.
My eyes close as my head falls back into the pillow with a groan. She does it again, and I manage to see it this time, trackingthe second her wet, pink tongue touches my cock and slowly drags over me, then locks over the tip, quick and barely there but enough to pull a desperate moan from me. I can’t help it. If she is a hunter, I am her willing prey. And if she is a trickster, she’s stealing my heart and mind. But I’m a thief, and I’ll snatch hers right back. It’s a losing fight. Pre-determined. Written in the stars.
I watch, greedily, as she continues to tease me. Her hands massage the tops of my thighs. She runs them up my torso, then drags her fingertips down along my skin until she fists the base of my cock, holding me in place so she can take all of me inside her warm mouth. I’m not at all ashamed by the delirious sigh that slips out. After a few strokes, her mouth and hand working in tandem, I decide I need my mouth on her too.
“Up here, pretty girl.”
She sits back, cocking her head in question as she wipes the side of her mouth.
“Get on my face,” I tell her.
“I’m still busy down here.” Fuck, she’s stunning in command. Just like I knew she would be.
“And I’m still hungry, baby. Now get your arse up here so we can both get what we want.”
She puts her hands on the mattress to hover over me. “Are you trying to take all my firsts?”
I lean forward, capturing her mouth with mine, and I love the way she kisses me back, just as insatiable. “Are there more to take?” I ask with another nip at her lips.
She looks away, tracing her fingers over the tattoo on my ribs. “I’m sure you’ve guessed by now that I don’t let people in very easily. I’ve never…” She takes a deep breath, running a tongue over her bottom lip. “I’ve never given myself permission to get close in a way where I can feel comfortable enough to explore. And that’s been fine. I don’t regret those choices for myself.”
I cup her cheek in my palm. “You feel comfortable with me, though?”
“Yeah,” she murmurs, and I kiss her again.
“Write a list,” I say.
