“Trust me?” I ask as I grip his belt buckle. I want his consent as much as I know he wants mine.
His eyes are dark with lust as he gives me a quick nod of his head, and I immediately go to unbuckle his belt.
Unfortunately, I fumble. I don’t wear belts very often, if ever, and I haven’t really gotten used to having acrylic nails. Ericholds my shoulders in a very clear “wait one moment” kind of way. His hand moves down my temple, along my jaw, and his thumb flicks down my bottom lip, causing a small pout.
“Those lips,” he whispers, his eyes hooded.
Then, he grabs his belt buckle with one hand and, with the opposite forearm, pulls his belt out in one fluid motion. It’s fuckinghot. With his belt discarded haphazardly on the corner of the bed, I go to work pulling down his jeans and grey boxer briefs.
Some small part of me is surprised at their normalcy, expecting somethingLord of the Ringspattern to represent Eric’s inner nerd. That would be too literary for reality, I guess.
I lower the waistband, and his already-hard cock springs up as I free it from its confinement, a small bead of precum already making itself known.
Biology be damned, though, I want some foreplay. He grabs a fist-full of my hair and pulls me in for a kiss. I kiss him back, our tongues caressing each other briefly before his grip relaxes and I pull away to sit on the ottoman and pull off his shirt.
There’s a small tattoo there on his chest: “from thine eyes” in a thin, scrawling font. I tuck it away in my mind as I run my fingers down his torso, along his hips, the tops of his thighs to his knees, lightly scraping the edges of my nails along his skin. He takes a deep breath through the nose to control his shiver as I slide my hands along him, fingers fanned out through the fine dark leg hair, up his inner thigh to either side of him, but not quite touching him where he wants me, letting the anticipation build.
Without warning, I grip his cock in my right hand, his balls in my left. I’m a little nervous that I might do something wrong here—I don’t know what pressure is pleasure and how much pressure is painful.
“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” I ask.
“You feel amazing, Stardust.” His voice is deep, a groan on an exhalation.
I give him a coy smile and hold his gaze as I open my mouth and flatten my tongue along the underside of his dick, moving my way up to the tip. His eyes flutter shut as his body shivers, and I relish in the power trip of his pleasure. When I reach the top, I roll my tongue in a circle clockwise, then counterclockwise, around the tip. The precum is salty and smooth, and I let myself drool sloppily. More lubricant can only help.
“Fuck, Constance.” His arms are flexed, and I feel like he’s retraining himself. I close my lips around him and take as much in as I can; when I pull back, I suck on the tip like a straw. Back and forth, I keep my jaw relaxed as I try and take him deeper each time. I gag, but I pull him in by wrapping a hand around his thigh.
“Be careful,” he says.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask as I come up for air.
“No, I just don’t want to come before I can please you.”
I make slow, torturous strokes while rolling my wrist like I’m rolling quarters before I take his balls in my mouth. I focus on the way his knees shake when I suck on them, and I hum a moan, only to be rewarded by Eric’s “oh, God” response. I go back to a big swipe of my tongue from balls to tip and then lay a soft, sweet kiss on his inner thigh.
“Clothes. Off. Now.”
I smile as I remove my crop top. Luckily for both of us, I wasn’t wearing a bra. He practically tears off his shirt and pulls me to my feet so he’s on his knees in front of me, pulling down my sweat shorts and underwear in one move.
“I don’t know how long I’ll last, so let me enjoy you for a while first.”
He lifts me and sets me on the bed, and I let out a little laugh because I am so elated already. “You don’t have to,” I say, mainly because I’m a little self-conscious about his face being so up close and personal with an area of my body I can only see if I hold a mirror at a specific angle.
“You don’t think I’m doing this for you, do you?” The darkness in his green eyes glint with mischievous playfulness. “Because you’d be mostly right, but this is for me.”
His rough hands are paradoxically gentle as they press my knees down and apart before he kisses my inner thigh down, down, down. Eric settles himself at an angle, his shoulder beneath thigh, his head almost laying on me like I’m a pillow. His soft curls tickle my inner hip, and my entire body tenses slightly at the feathery feeling of his hair. His forearm is weighing down on my inner thigh like a vice, keeping me in place, as if to prevent me from obscuring his view. His thumb pulls at my skin, opening me to him a bit more.
I wonder what’s going through his mind, if he’s getting second thoughts. I wonder a million things as my mind races and then stutters to a halt as his mouth makes contact. His tongue mimics my performance with a wide, slow stroke up to my clit, where he sucks softly. I’m trying to focus, to memorize this reality I’ve fantasized a hundred times, but it all just feels so good, all I can think ismoreas the details slip through my mind like water.
“Damnit, Eric,” I moan, my back arching. I’m gripping my hips because I don’t know what else to do with my hands. I don’t trust them; they’ll coil their fingers into Eric’s hair, pulling him closer as I grind against his face, but I don’t want to disrupt what he’s doing because it feels so good, I almost want to let my hands have their way. Almost.
“Is something wrong?” His question is playful, like he’s teasing me.
“Fuck me,” I order, and he eats me hungrily, like a man starved, reduced to pure, animalistic need. His mouth and hand work in harmony, and I’m mildly aware of how soaked everything beneath me has become. Electricity jolts through me in waves, and I come twice more before he pulls himself up.
“How’re you doing, Stardust?” He’s like a juxtaposition, checking on me and wanting validation at the same time. I give him a lazy content smile. “Do you want to stop? Or would you like me to keep going?”
I hook my hand around the back of his neck and pull him in. He hesitates, but I don’t care. I taste and smell myself all over him, clinging to his stubble.
