“I’d like to kiss on you,” I whispered as he tumbled to the bed with a tiny hoot. “Careful. Watch your shoulder. The doctor said that returning to strenuous activity too soon can reinjure your clavicle.”
“You plan on riding me so hard that you snap a bone?” I stuck my tongue out. He chuckled. “Stop fretting. I can handle whatever you dish out.”
“Still, you just started rehab and even they said to not push too hard.”
“Aubrey, baby, you worry too much. Come to me, darling.” He patted his thighs. Thick, strong thighs from gripping bulls all those years. My dick liked the idea of sitting on those thighs. “If you’re comfortable you could take off that suit jacket, tie, and shirt.”
I adored how he was so into consent. Asking and not telling was a big turn-on for me. Something my moronic ex had never been able to grasp. Probably Hank just never cared what I desired. All that mattered was him getting off.
“I’m comfortable.” I began untying my tie. Then I whipped it over my head like a lasso while yee-hawing. That amused the big man spread out over my bed. Lordy, he looked fine there, chest bare, cock pressing a firm line of hard flesh behind his zipper. I peeled off my jacket, folded it, and placed it on the foot of the bed. Then I did the same with my shirt.
“Time sure does drag when you’re waiting to see a work of art,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. I felt alive in ways Ihadn’t for ages. The success of the poetry read followed by this moment with this man had me humming with the joy of life.
“I’m far from a work of art,” I replied as the last button came free on my dress shirt.
“To me you’re a fine, pale marble carving by Michelangelo.”
That made me blush hotly while melting like a stick of butter. Kneeling on the edge of the bed I made my way up over him, crawling like a cat, low and slinky, until my lips brushed his.
“Kiss me, Aubrey,” he whispered.
So I did as asked. A good hostess always pleases her guest. I licked into his mouth, picking up the subtle taste of the red wine he had enjoyed as he’d cleaned up after the reading. His hands came to rest on my hips, no pulling or yanking, just there. The kiss grew hotter, more frenzied, and I found that I needed more. Wanted more. With a little sigh I kissed the corner of his mouth, then his jaw, and then down his neck to the scar. I touched it with a flutter of a kiss. A barely-there peck. He groaned low and long, his big hands moving tenderly up as I made my way down. “God above you are driving me wild.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked as I tasted a tight nipple.
“Hell no, baby,” he panted, a wobbly smile appearing then fading when I flicked his nipple with my tongue. “Damn, I like that. I like everything you’re doing.”
“Me too,” I breathed out, fanning his nipple with warm air before licking a hot path down the dark treasure trail leading to his prick. He slid a hand under my jaw to gently lift my gaze to his.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said, gruff and winded from my attention.
“I want to do it.” I turned my face into his hand, his palm was warm and rough, so I kissed his life line a few times as I stared into smoldering brown eyes. “I want to.”
“Okay, yeah, okay.” He let his head drop to the pillow as I reached for his fly. The rigid cock behind it made pulling it down tricky. I did not want to kill the mood by catching his dick in the zipper. That was not fun. Do not recommend. He pulled in a hot breath when his fly opened and his cock peeked at me from the top of his briefs. Hungry for dick like I had never been before I lapped at the rounded head, tasting a salty delicacy that made my mouth water. “Shit…okay…Aubrey.” I glanced up to see him now bolstered on his elbows, his sight locked on me. “Your lips on my cock…shit.”
“You taste divine,” I whispered before pulling down the waistband that caged him. His cock fell into my hand, thick and veiny, slick with precum. I did love sucking cock. To be honest sucking cock ranked right up there with anal in my book. “I love how fat your prick is, a handful of Knox meat.”
He snorted in amusement. I took him down my throat. Way for overcoming a gag reflex. A moan rolled out of him as his hips stuttered. He pressed his ass down into the mattress, his hands mauling the bedding, as I did my best to please him. Within moments he was huffing, his cock oozing steadily.
“Okay…shit…stop I’m close.” With a shaky hand he eased me off his prick, a thread of spittle from my lower lip linked me to his shiny cockhead. “Lord, oh lord, you sexy thing.”
“Never been called that before,” I confessed then allowed him to ease me up over him to straddle his crotch. He swiped at the spit on my chin with his finger then licked it off. My cock pulsed. I may have whimpered.
“Then you must have been sleeping with blind men. Can I take your glasses off? Do you feel secure without them?” He rubbed my bare arms.
I nodded softly, lolling about like a calf in a clover field at the gentleness this big man was showering me with. “Yes, I feel safe here with you.”
He smiled before easing my glasses off. Then in a bold move he freed my hair, carding his fingers into it to fluff it. I closed my eyes when he began massaging my scalp. Settling back and down I snaked a hand to my fly.
“You okay?” His question was breathy. His touch heavenly.
“No. I need my cock out.”
That made him snicker. I sat back slightly, tugged my zipper down, and reached in to pull out my dick.
“That’s a pretty cock,” he said as his hands fell from my hair, fingertips like sandpaper skimming over my chest where he gave my nipples a little rub. My back arched. “You like that?”
“Love it. Love it. Oh, Hoyt, I need more.”
