When he left the bathroom, I changed into a simple knit tank nightgown with a low-V front. Returning to the bedroom, I motioned to his sweats.
“You love to torture me with these,” I remarked, sliding my finger across the top of the waistband.
“Glad you like,” he grinned. “I aim to please. Speaking of which—” He kissed me, hard, leaving me gasping for breath after we separated. His fingers traced the neckline of my nightgown.
“I missed you, B. Been wanting to do that all night.”
“I missed you, too. So much.” I explored his pecs, his abs, his back. “Can we lose this shirt?” I asked, smiling up at him sweetly.
“Can’t say no to that look,” he said, taking a step back and yanking his shirt over his head one-handed.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said coyly, admiring the view. I took a moment to fully ogle his body. “I can’t believe you’re real sometimes,” I told him, shaking my head in disbelief.
“Very real, and very much yours,” he assured me, placing gentle kisses on my lips, my cheeks, and down my neck. My body tingled at every spot he kissed and touched, and for once they weregoodtingles, my thoughts wholly on the pleasurable sensations coursing through my body.
I let my hands roam his back, dipping lower over his sweats. I never knew I had a thing for butts, but his was spectacular. Then I slid my hands in front, outlining the ridges of his erection forming beneath the fabric. That was spectacular, too. There wasn’t a thing about his body that didn’t make me feel hot all over.
“B—” he said between kisses, his voice slightly breathless, “I’ve been dreaming about tasting you for weeks. Can I?” he asked.
My hands stilled.
“I’ve never, you know... finished that way.” I bit my lip uncomfortably. “I just don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Babe,” he said in a chiding tone, shaking his head. “You could never disappoint me.” He reached up and gently pulled my lip from between my teeth. “I’ll tell you what. You give me a few minutes to try some things out, and if it’s not working for you, you let me know. Sound good?”
Nerves fluttered in my stomach, but I nodded and settled back onto the bed, legs out in front of me and my upper half resting on my elbows. He kissed the inside of my bare knees, and his eyes looked heavy with desire in the dim light of my bedside lamp. He gently slid the hem of my nightgown up around my waist and placed a kiss to my hip bone.
“Stay with me, B...” he instructed. I slid my hands into his hair, allowing the wavy texture to tether me to reality. Already his hot breath on my skin was teasing me and making me squirm. His movements were torturously slow and purposeful, and I felt the expectation build inside me. He placed his arm across my waist, gently anchoring me to the bed, then he kissed me once over my underwear. He reached up and slid them off me completely, eyeing me hungrily.
“Just tell me if I need to stop,” he said, eyes on my exposed flesh. “Tug my hair when it feels good.” And then his mouth was on me. I nearly bucked off the bed, but his forearm across my hips held me in place. His eyes flicked up to mine and he grinned.
“So.” Kiss. “Responsive.” Kiss. “And so.” Kiss. “Delicious.”
His tongue dove in.
I frantically tugged his hair.My god, is this why women enjoyed this?He was masterful with that tongue. I’d never felt this much pleasure. It was almost—too much? And he genuinely seemed to be enjoying himself, which took away my self-conscious feelings. I loved how his voice would turn into a gruff rumble between my thighs, and his sexy mumbled words only heightened my arousal. I felt my climax high up in my belly. My legs twitched, changing the angle slightly to enjoy the friction against his face.
“You don’t have to come like this,” he explained, pulling back momentarily. “Just let me enjoy myself for a bit.” His words made me squirm all the more.
Ironically, removing the pressure to finish heightened my pleasure even more. My fingers dug into his scalp, and soon we found a rhythm, his tongue slipping between my clit and the warmth below.
Then his nose nuzzled into my clit, his hand reached up, and he tugged a breast free of my nightgown, tweaking my nipple.
“Oh my—oh my?—”
I shattered without warning, crying out as his tongue lapped up my climax.
He laid his head on my stomach while I came down from my high. I rubbed circles on his temple, needing to maintain contact.
When I’d recovered, he came up to my level at the head of the bed, presumably to cuddle me to sleep. I had other plans, though. This man had shown he could seduce me and take care of me, and I wanted to do the same for him. I needed to make him feel the same desperation I’d been feeling. I needed to watch him fall apart.
I slid my hand along his stomach, tracing the light brown hair leading under the waistband of his sweats.
He stilled my hand. “You know you don’t have to?—”
I met his eyes. “I want to.”
Sliding his sweats down slightly, I freed him from his boxer briefs. He was magnificent, like everything else about his lean, muscled body. My eyes connected with his as I took one long luxurious lick up his length. He shuddered, which made me feel drunk with power.
