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TJ tugged at the hem of my T-shirt and lifted it over my head, then held my face and kissed me before dropping his hands to my breasts. He cupped them and traced circles over my nipples with his thumbs, dialing up the pleasure with every stroke. He swallowed my moans with his kisses.
I moved my fingers lower and hovered just below his belly button. I traced lower, along the edge of his sweatpants. I pulled my mouth from his and shifted on his lap, grinding against him. We panted in unison, our breath mingling.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” I whispered.
He bent his head and kissed one breast, sucked in my nipple between his teeth, then stroked it with his tongue. I threw my head back and rode him, the thin material of our sweatpants the only thing between us. I rubbed my swollen clit against his shaft. Electric sparks shot through me, and I started to quiver and pulse. I was already so close. He slipped a finger between us and up under the leg opening of my shorts and slid it inside me. Just one finger inside me, then pulling out and spreading my own wetness over my folds and clit, making me hot and slippery and desperate.
He pulled his finger away and grabbed my hips with both hands to still me.
“What do you want me to do?” I whispered.
He shivered and bit his lower lip. “I could tell you. I will tell you, if that’s what gets you off.”
I shook my head. “I enjoyed it, but lots of things get me off.”
He grinned and stared up at me with half-lidded eyes. “Good, because I’m dying to know what you want to do to me, to find out how you want to touch me and taste me and explore me.”
I tugged on his sweatpants string, then pressed my naked chest against his and slid down his body until I was crouched in front of him. I pulled off his pants and tossed them aside, then pushed his knees wide and knelt in front of him. I stared at him, long and thick and hard and waiting for me. I ran a finger over his balls, up his shaft, over his head, exploring, finding his most sensitive spots. He tensed and panted and stared down at me. I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and stroked my tongue over his slit, then sucked his head into my mouth. He was velvet covering steel, and I savored the feel of him.
He arched and groaned, then leaned back and closed his eyes. I pulled him out of my mouth and blew on his slit.
“Open your eyes,” I told him, and he stared down at me again, his eyelids thick and heavy.
I rewarded him by taking him into my mouth again, this time deeper. I swirled my tongue over his head and the bottom of his shaft, all while keeping eye contact. He writhed and bucked, threading his fingers through my hair, then closed his eyes and moaned.
“Open your eyes,” I said more forcefully. “Watch me suck you off.”
With a deep moan and a pant, he obeyed. I sucked and licked, rewarding him again.
“So close,” he said. “I’m gonna…”
I could see it, how much it turned him on to watch me give him head. “I want you to,” I mumbled against his shaft. I sucked him in again, deeper still, stroking his shaft and balls, licking his slit, and swirling my tongue around his head.
His shaft swelled and pulsed. He groaned and clenched his jaw, trying to hold back. I wouldn’t let him. I held his gaze and made him watch me, reveling in the knowledge that the sight of me, combined with the hot, wet pleasure of my mouth was driving him over the edge.
He exploded in my mouth. I held him there, still stroking and licking and taking in every drop of him. When he dropped his hips and laid his head back on the sofa, I finally released him and kissed my way up his body, nipping as I appreciated his defined abs and stroking the hair on his hard chest.
He pulled me onto his lap and kissed me like he was trying to possess me. I was so turned on, so desperate for his touch, I was shaking.
“Any more demands?” he asked.
I almost told him where and how to touch me, but I couldn’t resist the urge to be teased and denied, and finally, spectacularly rewarded. I shook my head. “Your turn.”
He grinned. “In that case, get down on all fours and wait for me.”
I did as directed while he dashed out of the room and just as quickly returned. He dropped foil packets—condoms—onto the side table and hovered behind me.
“Spread your legs wider.” He ran his hand over my ass and slipped it between my legs, barely skimming his fingertips over my folds and clit. He shifted, and I waited, swaying my hips, hoping to entice him to touch me and penetrate me, but refusing to beg or even ask.
Then he was lying on his back, his head between my knees. “Slide down closer. That’s it.” This time, he rewarded me. He sucked one fold into his mouth, then the other, then stroked my clit with his firm tongue. He slid one finger into me, then another.
I arched and moved against him.
“That’s right,” he said between licks. “Ride my tongue like you were riding my cock a few minutes ago.”
I rocked myself back and forth, setting the rhythm for his tongue and fingers that stroked me inside and out. I moaned and tensed and pulsed. The pleasure bordered on pain. I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t have even if he had demanded it, but he didn’t. My breasts bounced and ached, and I longed for him to touch them, but I couldn’t speak, could barely breathe.
As if he’d read my mind, he reached up and cupped one breast in his hand and teased my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His tongue pressed harder into me, and his fingers kept a steady beat, pushing me, driving me, tossing me over an invisible edge. Heat flooded my body followed by a wave of pleasure that sucked me under and knocked the breath out of me.
