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Who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth? “If that’s what you want to do, I won’t say no.”
She nodded and then gave me the sexiest smile I had ever seen her give. “Lay back, Smoke. I’d like to finish what I started.”
I shifted around so I was lying back on the bed and put one arm under my head so I could watch her. She got herself situated, grinned at me again as she took hold of my shaft, and bent over.
As she took me back in her mouth, I ran my hand along her side and cupped her breast for a moment, pinching her nipple. She whimpered around my cock, and I felt it in the base of my spine.
If she hadn’t given head a lot, she probably had never done a sixty-nine either. I pulled her legs toward me. “Move over here.”
She lifted her head, and my cock bounced off my stomach. “What?”
“I want you to sit on my face, Whiskey. I want another taste of you while you suck my cock.”
She sucked in a sharp breath, and I saw her pupils dilate slightly as if she were excited over the notion. She shifted around, and I helped her get settled. I leaned forward and licked her soft skin again, and she bent over and took me back in her mouth.
We worked on one another for a few moments, and then she shocked the hell out of me by grasping my sack and tugging on it. My legs tensed, and I applied more pressure to her clit. She whimpered around my cock, sending electrical shocks into my brain, and there was no way I would hold back now. Not when she had given me permission not to.
I worked her harder and felt her lean back as if asking for more. Both of us sped up, and together we both climaxed. I couldn’t help but lift my hips and force my cock deeper into her mouth, and she moaned around me as I came deep into her throat. Just after, she whimpered around my cock as her body tensed for the fourth time that night.
She lifted off of me and fell to the mattress beside me, laughing. “I can’t feel my bones.”
I chuckled as I closed my eyes to enjoy the after-effects. “That’s a good thing,” I replied.
She was quiet for a few minutes, and the only sound was our breathing. Finally, she broke the silence. “Is it supposed to be like that?”
“What? Incredible? Fulfilling?”
“Yes.”
I rolled to my side, staring at her lying with her head at the foot of the bed. Her hair was splayed wildly around her. “Yes, that is how it’s supposed to be.”
She frowned. “Then why wasn’t it like that with Wade?”
“Please don’t make me say it.”
“Say what?”
“That your ex-husband is a total fucking asshole. If he never tried to get you off or didn’t care to do that, he’s a loser. Sometimes sex is just sex and getting yourself off, but if you care about someone, and I mean really care about someone, that’s not what sex is about. It’s about making sure your partner feels more pleasure than you. It’s the pleasure that makes you feel good.”
“I’m a giver,” she stated.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I am always trying to please people. It’s my nature.”
“Well, I’m happy to be on the receiving end of you giving me a blow job anytime, but I’m not the type to take and not reciprocate.”
“That’s kind of you.”
“Kind? I don’t know about that. I might not always be a giver, but I like to make people happy. In return, I’d like some satisfaction too.”
She yawned. “You wiped me out.”
I pulled on her leg, “Come here.” She moved slowly as she turned and came to lay beside me. “I assume you enjoyed that.”
“Yes, I did.” She studied me. “Did you?”
“I cannot express to you just how much I liked that. You really have never done that before?”
