He looks at me and slowly understands what’s about to happen.“Fuck me.”
I’m dressed in a sheer bra and panties—see-through so my nipples press against the mesh.
“I think you asked for new beat-off material?”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard.“I did.”
God, I love this part.The second it clicks for him what I’m about to do, the glimmer in his eyes, the way his entire body tightens.
“Well.”I fall to my knees in front of him and stare up at him.“Hands at your side.”
His hands twitch at his sides, fingers curling as though they have a mind of their own.He’s fighting it.“You’re not going to let me touch?”
I shake my head, my hands tiptoeing up his legs until they rest at the knot on his towel.
“What fun is that for you?”he asks, his hands remaining on the door.
“Oh, I can’t wait to get you off.”
I tilt my head just enough, dragging this out on purpose, letting the moment stretch until it’s unbearable.
He exhales a rough breath as if it’s being ripped out of him.“Jesus…”
A slow smile curves my lips.
When I undo the towel, I bite my lip, watching his length harden further right in front of me.I fist him, watching him the entire time, tracking every reaction.His head tips back as though he can’t even look if he can’t touch me.
That only makes me want to tease him further.
I tighten my grip on his base, and he groans, his head falling to the door.
“Careful now, you’ll wake up your son, and this will all be over.”
“Can you give me the towel to bite down on then?”
I chuckle and lean forward, sliding my tongue up his engorged length, wrapping my mouth over his tip.
“Had… fuck…”
I’m already growing wet as I swallow him all the way down and come back up.I catch his fingers clenching, his hands turning into fists at his sides.
I pump his length and suck him off, saliva dripping from my mouth and coating him and my chin.
The more noise he makes, the hotter I get.The more effort I put in.The more determined I am to blow his mind.
I continue to manipulate him just the way he likes.Over the years, I’ve learned when to push him.When to pull back.It’s one of the best things about being with him.We’ve both learned how each other’s bodies tick, and it makes our sex so much better.
When he’s close, he warns me like always, even though I’ve never once backed away.
His palms slam on the door, and he reaches above him, grabbing the top of the doorframe, pushing himself farther down my throat.I ease the control and give him a little, but then his stomach sinks in, and a guttural grunt rips out of him as he floods my mouth.
When he slips free, I keep it on my tongue, grab his phone from the floor, and snap a picture—his release, my nipples hard against the bra.
Easton’s eyes are wide, pupils blown.“No way, Had… fuck.”
I swallow, and he helps me to my feet.Then I push up on my tiptoes and hand him his phone.“You said you wanted beat-off material.”
I give him a kiss and go to walk away, but he grabs me and carries me over to the bed, dropping on it.He strips my panties off and pays me back with the best oral he’s ever given me.
