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Did she want him in her mouth?
She wasn’t sure.
She opted for gently snaking one hand into his underwear, finding the heat there intoxicatingly reassuring. He wanted her. Soon her fingers caressing his hardness let her know exactly how much. It was delightful to think that she had the same effect on him that he did on her. That their first time had only enhanced it, brought it to the forefront. That he wanted to do it again.
She grasped him, eyes still on his, his pupils dilating as she moved her hand up from the base to the tip in one long stroke.
“Fuck,” he breathed, but he remained standing still.
He clearly knew she wanted to take the lead this time, could read it on her, in the touch of pleasure she was bestowing. She felt grateful that he let her, that it turned him on as much as it did. It made her want him more.
She freed his erection from his underwear, took her eyes from his, looking down at the tip gleaming with precum. It surprised her with exactly how curious it made her. Would she like it? How would it feel? His cock was already silkier to the touch than she would have expected. What would it feel like against her tongue?
She wanted to know.
She sunk down on her knees, pulling his pants and underwear down. For a moment, he seemed to be hypnotized into standing perfectly still, but once his pants reached his ankles, he came to his senses enough to step out of them of his own accord. He got rid of the shoes and socks at the same time, at last standing naked before her.
Hers.
A cheeky part of her mind wished she could take a picture. Or have him painted exactly as he was right in that moment so that she could hang him up and display him to anyone that visited their home.
The thought emboldened her to lean forward, part her lips for the tip.
He made a noise, one that sounded encouraging, and so she opened her mouth to him. Her tongue felt the strength of the muscle along the back of him, impossibly hard with his excitement. She slid as far down as she could take him in, then sucked, drawing a slow groan out of the back of his throat that spurred her on in her exploration. She brought her lips back to the tip and did the motion all over again.
“Faster,” he said, one hand hovering by the side of her face, fingertips lightly, lightly brushing against her cheek. She did as he asked, picking up her speed. “Oh, fuck me.”
His voice was breathy, his fingers more insistent, roping her locks around them. Within a minute he pushed her head away, giving a soft shout, his hand around the base in a tight grip before he started pumping through his orgasm. She looked up at him, watching his head tilted back, mouth open. His hand slowed after he’d spilled himself all over it. She was glad he hadn’t kept her head in place, forced her to swallow. She wasn’t entirely convinced that’d been her choice. Looking at the white semen, she felt it probably wouldn’t have.
They’re listening…
She didn’t want it to be exciting, but strangely enough, it didn’t bother her that both times they’d come together there had been someone at the door. What did that mean? Would she prefer an audience? The thought gave her the creeps. No, she wouldn’t prefer being watched by strangers. But there was something illicit about having sex without caring if anyone heard. She’d always toed the line, careful not to make anyone uncomfortable or have them question her character.
This.
This was freeing.
He kept doing that, didn’t he? Kept unshackling her from her old beliefs. Mostly by blowing them right out of the water since he’d never shared them.
Again, she considered telling him as much, watching him clean the cum off his fingers with a towel from the en suite bathroom. Of course, there was an en suite bathroom, nearly as big as the guest bedroom itself. She only went in to have a quick look at herself in the mirror, confirming that she looked a bit of a mess. She put some water on one hand, combing her fingers through her hair as he entered the room behind her. Still gorgeous, still naked.
She smiled at him through the mirror.
He returned it.
She noted he was hard again.
It made her smile widen.
He approached her from behind, not stopping until he was pressed against her back, arms going around her. His nose nuzzled her neck, his lips following. His fingers slipped either dress strap off her shoulders, moving to the side zipper, the dress loosening around her as he pulled the zipper down. The dress crumpled to the floor around her feet, his mouth still on her neck, nibbling gently.
“You think they’re listening in here?” he murmured.
She huffed a soft laugh, reaching her arms back to run them through his dark hair, encouraging whatever he was planning. His hands both dipped, sliding under the elastic of her panties, pressing hard against her sex. She writhed against them, happy for the release, breathing her pleasure in his ear.
“There?” he asked, moving his right hand down in a sharp motion that made her gasp.
“Yes,” she whined.
