But I kiss him back nonetheless.
I let him pull me to my feet as I wrap my arms around his neck and open my mouth to let his tongue play with mine.
Slowly I turn him toward my bed. Stepping forward, I push him gently until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, but he’s still standing. I break the kiss.
“Cipi, what are you doing?” He hisses.
I drop to my knees. “It’s my turn to return the favor.”
“What are you talking about?”
I lock eyes with him. “I never did thank you properly for what you did the other night in the limo. You were right, I needed to relax and enjoy a night out.”
This is the first time I’ve mentioned the limo incident. By the look on his face I know he remembers it too.
My heart pounds as I undo his belt.
What the fuck am I thinking right now?
“Cipriani…” His voice trails off as I wrap my hands around the top of his pants and boxers then pull them down to his ankles, exposing him.
“Turned on are we?” I tease.
“With the way you look, how could I not be.”
I take a moment and stare at his hard cock.
So many memories.
This is a bad idea.
I lean in and kiss the top of it.
Really bad idea….
I wrap my mouth around him and his entire body tenses.
“Fuck, Cip…”
His skin smells like an apple and citrus combination from his body wash.
Placing my hands against his thighs, I move my lips down his length, pressing my tongue against him.
I hear him groan as I move into a rhythm of short and long strokes throwing my hands into the mix.
He swears and his hands find my hair, massaging my scalp as I move faster.
“Fuck…Cipi…Fuck.”
He’s unraveling for me and I’m loving every minute of it.
As I press deeper, I feel him at the back of my throat and suppress a gag.
Drawing back, I wrap my lips around his balls, while continuing to work my hand back and forth across his cock.
A low groan rattles in his chest as I suck gently, swishing my tongue around his sack.
“Yes, baby...”
