She groans into my skin. “Yes, inside me, be that.”
My chuckle is dark, devious. “You think just because I moved you from the couch, that I’m done teasing you?” I throw her down onto the bed, the shocked hitch in her breath hitting the corners of her bedroom. “No, no, Cherry. I won’t be fucking you until you’re trembling beneath me, and when I do you’re going to be a good girl for me and take every inch, aren’t you?”
Her wide eyes flick down to my cock that’s causing my underwear to tent and she licks her lips.
“Something you want to taste?”
She nods, and her unashamed conviction would make me harder if I wasn’t already like a rock.
I stand at the end of the bed. “Come and taste it, then. I suppose I can give you control for a minute or two.”
The only sign that she wants to push against my words is a defiant raise of her brow, but her body knows what she wants. She moves from her back onto her hands and knees, crawling to the end of the bed until her face is a mere inch from the tip of my cock. I wait patiently for her to peel off my underwear, but she seems more fascinated by the wet spot on the gray fabric caused by both hers and my own arousal.
After an eternity, her fingers skim the waistline, a whisper against the delicate skin that makes me jump. The hint of a smirk irks me in the best way, drives me to get an even bigger reaction from her.
She gives my briefs one hard tug, but I stop her with a hand over hers.
“Slowly,” I demand, covering her other hand, too, to help her guide the fabric down. Our gazes are connected even as my briefs fall to my ankles, my cock jutting out proud and true. When she finally sees my dick in all its glory, she rises to the challenge as determination flashes across her eyes. She reaches for me, her soft hand wrapping around me, drawing out a hiss. “Fuck!”
Okay, so she’s two for two.
I wrap her hair around my hand and give it a tug until her mouth is perfectly in line with me. I point to the tip of my cock. “Kiss it right here.”
I’m about to shave off that eyebrow if she doesn’t stop raising it. “What exactly happened to me being in control?”
“Your cocky attitude made me change my mind,” she says. “I’m sorry, did you expect me to make this easy for you?”
“Since I’ve been waiting fifteen years for this, yeah, I kind of thought so, but apparently not. Not sure if you’ve noticed but I’ve been very nice with you so far.”
She gives my cock an experimental stroke and it takes everything in me to keep a straight face.
“Are you not usually this nice?” She licks the tip and my grip on her hair tightens.
“Not typically,” I answer with a groan. She hums softly at the same time as she wraps her mouth around me. “But I suppose I can continue to do it for a little while longer.”
Her chuckle vibrates against my cock as she sinks further onto it. She sucks my dick like a pro, swiping her tongue around me when she reaches the tip, relaxing her throat as she tries to take all of me in her mouth. She doesn’t manage it, but she definitely reaches further than any other woman I’ve been with.
I cup her chin and she looks up at me, her eyes swimming with unshed tears, and I know for a fact that this is the one and only situation where I’d enjoy making her cry.
“You want me to stop, you tap my leg, got it?”
With her mouth full, she nods. I give an experimental thrust and the warmth and wetness of her mouth has me growling. I start off with shallow thrusts that get her accustomed to the size, stretching her mouth just enough to make her remember what she’s done in the morning.
Oakleigh dares to look up at me like she’s bored and it snaps my last bit of self-restraint. Fuck going slowly, I’ll do that on the next round. For now, I need to fuck the attitude out of my woman.
I give one more slow stroke, enjoying the view of my cock disappearing behind her glistening lips. I go as deep as she can take me, staying there for a minute until she’s gagging around me.
“Now this is a sight I could get used to,” I tell her before pulling out. “But enough of this soft shit, shall we?”
I thrust into her mouth harder and faster, picking up my pace until she’s gasping for air, and then I slow down. I keep that pace, fast and hard and then slow and steady. Before I pull out completely, I let the tip of my cock press into the inside of her cheek, and I can see it from the outside. I lightly slap the side of her cheek and the sensation hits my cock and my groan can be heard from the front door.
“Fuck, that looks good.”
I pull out of her mouth and bend down to kiss her. The taste of me mixes with the taste of her and it’s a perfect combination.
“Lay down,” I tell her. Surprisingly, with no objections or attitude, she moves onto her back and lets her legs spread, giving me a nice clear view of her pink pussy that’s glistening because she’s so wet.
I don’t move straight away, even though I’m desperate to be inside of her. Oakleigh deserves a moment in which I take in her raw beauty, unfiltered and unobstructed by the hate that used to sit between us. I’ve been in love with Oakleigh for fifteen years, and not once have I seen her like this. In bikinis, sure, but never in such a sexual light. I fell in love with her beauty, her mind, her wit, and now I get to add her body to the list. Yes, it’s always been obvious that she has a body that could make a grown man cry, but it still feels as if I’m truly seeing her body for the first time.
