Page 29 of Secret Paths

Not dramatically.

For structural support.

Mandy takes her time at first, one hand wrapped around the base of my cock while her mouth works over me. Slow enough to make me notice everything, and confident enough that I know exactly how much she is enjoying my reaction.

My other hand finds her hair.

I hesitate.

She glances up at me.

That is apparently permission enough.

I thread my fingers through the soft strands without pulling, and the little sound she makes around me nearly finishes the evening embarrassingly early.

“Mandy.”

She keeps going.

“Mandy, fuck.”

She pulls back.

Her lips are swollen, her eyes dark and far too pleased with herself.

“What?” she asks. “Too much?”

“Not nearly enough.”

Her eyebrows rise.

“But not like this.”

I take her arms and bring her back to her feet.

“My turn.”

“That sounds ominous.”

“It should.”

I walk her backwards until her legs meet the bed.

She sits.

I kneel between her knees.

Mandy looks down at me. “You seem very comfortable down there.”

“I’m conducting a thorough assessment.”

“That is my joke.”

“I’m improving it.”

“You’re really not.”

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her trousers.