His hand lands on mine. “Haven…” He chokes out my name. “What are you doing?”
If I say it out loud, I won’t be able to do it. Instead, I show him.
I slide my hand out from under his and wait. Getting the hint, Connor draws his hand away. He watches closely as I unsnap his jeans and slowly tug the zipper down. A muscle tics in his jaw when I open his pants as far as they can go before dipping my hand inside his briefs, pulling out his cock.
I expected he would already be erect. That helps. So many times, when my previous captors assaulted me, they would flop their limp dicks in front of me and expect me to get them hard, then get them off.
With Connor? He’s constantly aroused when hes around me, though he never demands more than I can give.
I know that which is why I’m not the least bit surprised when he says, “You don’t have to do this.”
Hasn’t he figured it out yet? I don’thaveto do it. But tonight… I think Iwantto.
I take his dick in hand, lowering my head over it. When I speak again, the warmth of my breath has Connor sucking in one of his own as a bead of precome appears at the head of his cock.
I squeeze him. “If you try to talk me out of it, it’ll work. But if you keep your mouth shut and let me have you like you promised I could… I’m going to do this. So what is it, Connor? Do you want your wife to suck your dick? Can you, for once in your life, shut the fuck up?”
“Keep talking like that, and I’m going to go off like a motherfucking rocket before you get those gorgeous lips anywhere near me.”
I release his cock.
He hisses under his breath. “Right. Shut the fuck up. Got it. If that’s how you feel… tonight, baby, I’ll be the one who’s mute.”
He’s as good as a word. No matter how long it took me—longer than he wanted, I’m sure—and how hesitant I am at the start, Connor doesn’t say a single goddamn word until I close my mouth around the head of him, and he cries out my name.
That’s all. JustHavenandpleaseandyes. Considering that means I’m doing a pretty decent job at sucking his dick, I let that slide.
It’s Connor, I realize. Everything, from his taste to the shape of his dick, the way he doesn’t thrust into my mouth but just lets me explore him… it’s nothing like those terrible men who took from me like I owedthem.My husband takes every lick, every squeeze, every suck as a gift.
I know he won’t last long. I’ve been with Connor enough times now to be able to tell when he’s getting ready to go off. Right before he does, I pull back again.
Letting his hard cock slip free from my lips, I take in the blissed-out look on Connor’s face. His head is thrown back, his eyes closed. He’s clutching the leather of the couch so tightly, he’s probably leaving marks in it so I know he’s nowhere near as relaxed as he seems. He’s clearly enjoying himself, though, and all I can think as I look at him is: he’smine.
And that’s why, without even realizing that I was going to do it until Ido, I move my head and bite down on his groin. It’s about an inch away from where his trimmed pubic hair begins, and I dig my teeth into his skin as hard as I can without breaking it.
Connor jolts. He hisses out a curse that gets even more heated when I withdraw my teeth and pull myself up so that I’m standing.
His expression is murderous, though his voice is surprisingly calm as he asks, “Where are you?—”
“Knife?” I say.
He looks confused for a second. His cock twitches as he sits up, almost as though he wants to remind me what I was doing before Ibithim,but he takes a moment to process what I said before… “My pocketknife?”
I nod.
He pauses again. “You gonna gut me, beautiful? Go right ahead, but can you finish blowing me first? To have my wife give me my first blow job… I’ll die happy so long as you let me finish first.”
Oh, Connor… I’m not going to gut you. But I do need your knife.
I flex my fingers. “Knife,” I repeat.
He has a good reason to fear that I’ll stab him. I have before. Does that stop him from reaching into the front pocket of his jeans and grabbing his knife to give me?
Not even a little.
It’s folded when I accept it. Carefully, I open it. Carefully, I lower myself in front of him again.
Carefully, I put the point of his knife to his skin and, carefully, I carve an ‘H’ over the bitemark left on his groin.
