She stood on shaking legs and slowly worked her leggings and panties off. Now, she only had a bra on. She straightened up and lifted her chin, looking down at me like the queen she was.
How could such bravery come in such a small package? It was fucking impressive.
She pulled my shorts down next, tugging them off while I raised my hips to help her. I didn’t move my hands. I didn’t want her to think that my offer to let her take control was fleeting and untrustworthy.
My cock slapped against my abs, already hard. Of course it was. I’d been crazy about her from the start, after all. My body had always known it, even before my brain did.
She got up and climbed across me, straddling my lap.
“Have you ever let someone take charge before?” she asked softly and reached back to unclip her bra.
“What do you think?” I said.
She shook her head and put her hands to my chest, running her fingers down my pecs and lightly twisting my nipples.
“You have great tits,” she said, squeezing my pecs as if she were honking them.
I laughed. “Thanks. Since I’ve seen yours, I can say you’re qualified to judge based on excellence.”
“That was a sneaky little compliment,” she breathed.
“Sneaky?” I asked, my cock leaping as she leaned forward and closed her lips around my nipple.
“Okay, I’ll keep it simple. Your body is the reason I take a cold plunge for ten minutes a day instead of the recommended three.”
She wrapped her hand around my cock, and I hissed. I didn’t move. This was Selena’s show.
She pumped her hand up and down me, my cock desperately drooling for her. She leaned down and licked it, swirling her tongue around the head. My head fell back, and I let out a moan.
“Hmm, I like that sound,” she murmured. “Make it again.” She sank her entire mouth down on me, surrounding my dick, sliding down as far as she could.
I fought the urge to wrap my hand around her long hair and cradle her face as she sucked me. Instead, I let her bob andsuck and spit to her heart’s content. There was a certain kind of pleasure in the unpredictability of it. I didn’t know what she was going to do next, and that was hot. It was a real fucking turn-on. I’d never allowed anyone to have this kind of power over me. I’d never let anyone except her. This woman was my every exception.
“Bloody hell, heathen, you look so perfect sucking my cock. I could come from just the sight,” I said to her.
She smiled. It was a relief to see after earlier. Her story had broken something inside me that I wasn’t sure could ever be mended, but that was okay, because now, she was smiling. I could distract her, and I was going to do just that.
I was getting close, my balls getting tight, heat pooling at the base of my spine.
Just before I warned her that this was going to be a shorter night than I wanted, she pulled her mouth from me.
Cool air hit my wet dick, and it was like torture after the hot, sweet warmth of her mouth.
She was moving over me, uncertain now.
“Come up here, baby. Let me make sure you’re ready for me… As you can see, I’m above average in all ways.”
She pinched me, and I laughed.
“Just for that arrogance, I’m going to sit on your face,” she announced. Her words were daring, but her eyes were questioning as she stared down at me.
“Fuck yes, cheer captain. Fucking suffocate me with that perfect cunt.”
A small smile touched her lips, and now she was climbing over my shoulders.
She put her hands on top of mine on the headboard. Her pussy hovered over my mouth.
“Sit down, sweetheart; don’t torture me.”
