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I loved the way she looked at me. It was like she always saw me for the first time. Her eyes wide in surprise and wonder. Her mouth always quirked up at the side in a smile that I could only decipher as dirty thoughts clouding her mind.
I approached and helped her divest of her clothing. First her yoga pants. Then her panties. But when I got to her breasts, I had a better idea.
I could think of nothing sexier than looking down and seeing Everly’s lips wrapped around my cock, but looking down and seeing her lips wrapped around my cock with her cleavage in that sports bra, staring up at me, would be amazing.
“Leave this on.” I pointed to the sports bra.
She laughed and shook her head as she let me lead her to the shower. I stepped over the side of the tub first, and held her hand as she joined me. Then I closed us in, tugging the shower curtain across the bar, letting the steam envelop us.
I pulled her body against mine, my hand splayed across her lower back, my fingers pressing into her ass.
She was breathing heavy, as she always did whenever we were in a heated moment. I felt her heart beating against my chest, fast and furiously. It matched my own.
“I want to make you feel good.”
“You always make me feel good, baby.” I kissed her. “Always.”
“But I want to make you feel really good.” She sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine.
Oh, shit. It was happening. This was it. Even more than I wanted to sink inside her pussy, I wanted inside her mouth. Something about those lips and that tiny, pink tongue that always darted out when she was thinking.
I’ll admit, my brain short-circuited the moment her lips touched the tip of my cock. She kissed it, an open-mouth kiss that had her tongue flicking out oh, so gently.
I shuddered. Couldn’t stop it. It ran like a rolling thunder up my spine until my shoulders shook in response.
She licked a line from the base to the tip, again and again; she ran her tongue along my length. Each time, she swallowed the tip for just a second. She worked her fist on my shaft and lowered her head, licking my balls, sucking them into her mouth.
Fuck. Who taught this girl how to give a blow job? I shouldn’t be surprised. Her best friend was an escort, for fuck’s sake. Thank God for escorts, because this girl was blowing my mind with her tongue and lips.
I didn’t think I could take another minute of her teasing. Finally, fucking finally, she slipped my cock between her lips and lowered her head, taking me in slowly. Achingly slowly. Then she pulled off and returned. Each time she lowered, she took me in a millimeter farther, and I felt that millimeter like it was a goddamn foot. I felt each tiny slide of her lips and tongue, and when she brought her hand into the mix, sucking and fisting my shaft at the same time, my knees almost buckled and I wanted to melt into a puddle.
This was the single greatest blow job I’d ever had. The single most erotic blow job I’d ever seen. And I’d seen a lot of fucking blow jobs.
“Fuck, yeah.”
She moaned around my cock, the sound sending a zing of pleasure to my balls. I felt them tighten. Felt them shrivel in response, my boys getting ready to make their great escape. But I wouldn’t inside her mouth. I’d be a gentleman, turn my body, and let the tile catch the brunt of my pleasure.
“So close, baby.”
She continued sucking.
“Baby, you can…” She grabbed my ass and pulled me farther inside her mouth.
I let out a groan. Like a freight train, my orgasm smashed into me, exploding through my body just as I exploded inside her mouth. My fist hit the tile beside me, and my entire body reacted. My toes curled. My knees knocked. My stomach contracted. My brain short-circuited.
“Sweetheart. That was…” I panted, unable to catch my breath. “That was fucking awesome.”
She looked up at me with adoration, and pride.
“If I had known the first day we met you knew how to do that, I would have had you on your knees immediately.”
“You…liked it?” she asked. Her eyes lowering to my crotch, where my cock was already making its way back to hard territory.
“I fucking loved it.”
She fell back against the tile, a far-off look in her eyes. “So the book was right,” she whispered.
“The book?”
