I watch him the whole time, loving the way his chest rises, the way his thighs tense.His control is slipping, and I can’t get enough.
I take him all the way to the back of my throat, inhaling the scent of his skin.I’m so turned on as I take care of him.I’m on my knees, but we both know I’m in control of him right now.
I start moving faster, hand working in sync with my mouth.His hips jerk, and then...
“Fuck… Rae… Yes, yes,” he grits out as his cum hits my throat, and I swallow fast, never looking away from his face.His eyes are squeezed shut, jaw clenched, and every muscle in his body is drawn taut.And when he opens his eyes and looks at me, there’s a rawness in there.I’ve never felt better.
He slumps back, chest heaving, and his hand loosens in my hair.
I pull back slowly, wiping my mouth as he’s still shuddering.I wonder if he’ll need a minute.If he’ll just want to lie there and recover.If maybe we’re done for now.
“Come here,” he says hoarsely.
I crawl up, expecting maybe a moment of hesitation.But he kisses me hard, tasting himself on my tongue and not giving a damn.
“You killed me,” he says against my lips.“I have zero control when it comes to you.”
“I’m not sorry.”
He growls softly.“I need you to come one more time before I fuck you.Because honestly?If you’re already spent...maybe, I’ll actually last longer.”
“I don’t like your chances.”But even as I say it, heat is already pooling between my legs.Apparently, my body is very much on board with this plan.
He picks me up and places me on his bed.Ripping off his T-shirt, he tosses it aside.I take him in.He’s every bit as hot as I imagined.There’s a bit of hair on his chest that trails down over his stomach; it’s sexy and masculine, and his body is toned in all the right places.Visible beneath the hair on his chest is a thin, pale scar running down his sternum.I lean forward and press a kiss to the scar.When I pull back, he’s staring down at me like I just gave him something he didn’t know he needed.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“What?I’m just admiring you.”
“You’re… Fuck...Honestly?”He shakes his head.“You’re so easy to read.It’s written all over your face how badly you want me.”
“Well, that’s unfair,” I say, crossing my arms.I’m still trying to figure out if he’s serious or teasing half the time.“I wish I could read you as easily.”
“Trust me.You can.You just don’t know how to look yet.”
He lies back on the bed, eyes dark with need.
“I want you to use my face.”
I suck in a sharp breath.I’ve never been asked to do that before.But after the spanking, I’ll try anything with him.
Crawling over him, I hover above his face.His hands grip my hips, and he pulls me down onto his mouth.
As soon as his tongue touches me, I moan and melt, hips rolling as pleasure pulses through me.
He groans into me, the vibration sending another shiver through my spine.
“Are you gonna come just from eating my pussy?”I ask breathlessly.
“Who fucking knows with you,” he replies between strokes of his tongue.“Probably.”
Something about his helplessness and honesty makes something in me snap.
His mouth is relentless, tongue dragging over me with precision, dipping in and out, teasing me with soft, slow licks before suddenly sucking my clit with just enough pressure to make me quiver.
My thighs tremble around his face, and still he doesn’t let up.
“Well, I want to see you,” I pant.
