Page 169 of Ex Somnis

I’ve got the rest of our lives to convince her.

“Good. Now where were we?”

She chuckles, low and a little breathless, but her hands return to my belt with steady determination despite the pretty flush spreading across her chest. She works the buckle open, then the zipper, and then she tugs my boxers down enough that my cock springs free, hard and already leaking at the tip.

Her eyes go wide, lips parting on a soft inhale, and the raw hunger in her expression nearly has me coming right there. She presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the underside, right where the head meets the shaft. Then her tongue traces a wet line from base to tip, swirling around the head to catch the bead of pre-cum there.

I groan, my fingers sliding into her hair before I gather it gently into a loose ponytail so I can see her face. “Fuck, Lennon…” My voice sounds rough, almost broken. “You’re doing so good for me.”

Despite my obvious desperation, she takes her time. Licking lazy stripes up and down my length, teasing the spot under the head until my thighs tense and my breath stutters. She sucks lightly on the tip, hollowing her cheeks, then sinks lower, taking more of me into that perfect, hot mouth.

She hums around me, the vibration shooting straight down my spine. I tighten my grip in her hair, and she moans softly, taking me deeper until I feel the back of her throat. The vision of perfection before me pulls a deep groan from me.

Her eyes water a little, but I hold her in place.

“That’s it, darling. You can take it. Now grab those beautiful breasts for me.”

I watch as she cups them, over her bra. Then she looks up at me through her lashes, that perfect mix of sweet and sexy that ruins me every single time.

“F-fuck, that’s a good girl,” I praise.

My hips are twitching with the effort not to thrust. Instead, I loosen my hold slightly on her hair, allowing her to set a rhythm, alternating between sucking hard and teasing with soft licks and kisses along the shaft.

Lennon is starting to squirm, her breathing labored. As much as I want her to come on my face, I want her to bring herself pleasure, to appreciate what a gift her body is.

“Lennon, darling, why don’t you use one of your hands to play with that perfect pussy of yours?”

She whimpers around my cock, and I have to clench my jaw, inhaling deeply through my nose. I pride myself on my ability to maintain control, but this woman, on her knees for me, doing as I say, makes me question whether I ever knew what control was.

I watch as she slips a hand between her luscious thighs, her pace easing as she chases her release. It’s not until she moans that I realize my hold on her hair is almost nonexistent, and she has all but stopped, just licking and sucking on my tip.

Another sign my control is slipping when it comes to her.

“That’s it. Such a good girl,” I say as I lazily thrust up, encouraging her to take more of me. I sweep her hair back into a ponytail, tightening my grip and focusing on guiding her.

Her wet mouth slides up and down my length, and I draw a sharp breath through my teeth. The familiar tingle starts at the base of my spine, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold back, but I want her to get there.

“Fuck, darling, I’m going to come in your mouth,” I warn, voice strained. “When I do, don’t you dare swallow.”

She nods, eyes locked on mine, and the trust in that look sends me spiraling.

I spill hard with a broken cry of her name, pulse after heavy pulse filling her mouth. She holds perfectly still, lips sealed around me, taking everything I give her while her eyes stay on mine.

Utter perfection.

I stare down at her, chest heaving, completely wrecked, until I finally stop twitching. She pulls off slowly, lips shiny and slightly swollen, but keeps her mouth closed with a small, closed-lip smile even as her eyes water from the effort.

“God, you’re perfect,” I rasp, thumb brushing her cheek. “Come here.”

She rises to stand between my thighs, looking flushed and beautiful.

“Did you swallow?”

She shakes her head.

“Show me.”

She opens for me, tongue out enough to display every thick drop of my cum she’s been holding like the damn good girl she is. The sight sends a fresh pulse of heat straight to my cock.