He hefts his big body to his feet and follows me up the stairs.
“I have the smallest room,” I say, mostly to fill the silence as I let him into my bedroom.
He gives the small space a close inspection. “Got a window.”
“I know. That’s the best thing about it.” I clear my throat, shifting from foot to foot. “So how would you like to do this? What do you prefer?”
He stares at me.
Shit. While it’s nice to have a man who isn’t jabbering the whole time, it’s also inconvenient to draw out every single word. “We can do missionary. Or doggie style. Or I can be on top if you want. I don’t do butt stuff or anything too kinky.”
“What do you prefer?”
No one has ever asked me that before. “Well, it depends.” If I don’t like a guy, I try to gently push him toward doggie style so I don’t have his face right in mine. But Cade isn’t unpleasant to look at, and he doesn’t stink. “Let me get these boots off, and then we can figure it out.”
There’s a wide windowsill that’s positioned at a level for me to prop my ass on, so I lean against that as I unzip one boot and then the other.
Cade’s eyes lower to my legs. He must like the look of them. He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls off his shoes and socks.
I feel oddly self-conscious, almost shy, as I reach around to unzip my dress and then let it slide down my body to the floor. Since I don’t have a lot up top, I don’t bother with a bra anymore. So all I’m wearing now are my panties.
Cade’s breath hitches. His eyes move up and down my body urgently. He’s still looking when he unbuttons his jeans and lifts his hips to pull them down his legs.
Something about him sitting there like that gives me an idea. I step over, move his jeans and shoes out of the way, and then lower myself to my knees on the worn area rug next to the bed. I hook my fingers at the waistband of his boxers. “We can start with something special if you want.”
He takes another raspy breath as I pull his cock out of his underwear. It’s a good size, and he’s already fully aroused. He’s been circumcised. He looks healthy down there. I angle my gaze up to his face. “Do you want me to suck you off?”
“Is… is it included?” His voice is slightly hoarse.
It’s kind of sweet. That he’s hesitating. Even though he’s really turned on. “It is if I want it to be.”
“You don’t gotta—” He cuts off the words abruptly when I slide his cock into my mouth.
His skin is salty, and his shaft is thick. It’s not unpleasant, and I really like the way his whole body tenses up at my first suck.
I take more of him into my mouth, move my tongue out of the way, and start to apply hard, rhythmic suction with my mouth.
He grunts and then grunts again. One of his hands moves to the back of my head, and two sucks later, the other does as well.He fills my mouth, and I like the way he’s responding. As if I’m really pleasing him.
“Fuck,” he gasps, applying light pressure to the back of my head, like he wants a faster rhythm.
I speed up the bobbing of my head in response, a deep pulsing in my throat and my chest and my pussy.
“That’s good.” He’s pumping his hips slightly. “That’s real good. Just like that.”
I really like that he’s finally talking. It helps me know what he wants from me. I soften my throat muscles to take him a little deeper and raise myself higher on my knees.
He makes a stretched sound of pleasure, his whole body shuddering with release. I expect him to ejaculate, but he doesn’t.
Gasping, he falls backward onto the bed. “Fuck, that mouth sure knows what it’s doing.”
Maybe it’s a crude compliment, but I appreciate it anyway. I slide my lips up the length of his cock, giving it one more little suck before I withdraw. “That’s a nifty trick,” I say, stroking his still-hard cock. “Can you always control your ejaculation?”
He shakes his head. “Sometimes I get lucky. But I didn’t wanna blow it too soon. Is it okay if we fuck now?”
“Of course.”
I shimmy out of my panties and then stretch out on the bed as he rolls on the condom. He moves over me, pulling my legs apart and then positioning his cock at my entrance. He’s holding his upper body up on one straightened arm. “This okay?”
