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She swallowed and kept stroking with her mouth and tongue until he was fully spent.
She softened the pressure of her mouth and gently took him to the back of her throat one more time, before releasing him, then swirling her tongue around the head as she met his gaze again.
His eyes were hot and his smile was satisfied as he scooped her from the floor and pulled her to his lap. “That was incredible.” He kissed her deeply as one hand cupped a breast.
She pulled back from the kiss and said, “That’s what happens when I spend days fantasizing.”
His mouth explored her neck and followed a trail to her breast as he murmured, “A-plus on fantasy execution. Now let’s see how I perform.” His mouth closed around one nipple, and he gently sucked as he unbuttoned and unzipped her pants with one hand.
“Strong start,” she said as she lifted her hips so he could get his hand inside her pants.
He teased her for just a moment, his mouth moving to her other breast as his fingers lightly brushed over the top of her underwear.
She bucked to press against his hand, but he chuckled and said, “No, sweetheart. It’s my turn to have my fun.” Then he shifted her off his lap, setting her beside him. He tugged down her pants, which caught on the walking boot.
He raised a brow, and she sat up and turned the knob to deflate the air cast, then removed the boot so her pants could come off. Once she was naked, he asked, “Do you want the boot back on?”
She wore a small ankle stabilizer beneath the air cast. It would protect her well enough for sex. “As long as I don’t try to put my weight on my foot, I should be fine.”
Even a little weight would probably be okay. She’d avoided weight and walking nearly a month longer than last time mostly out of an abundance of caution, given that it was a new injury to the same joint.
Chris had shucked his pants while she removed the boot, and now they were both fully naked on the large, comfy couch in front of the fire. The only light in the room came from the adjacent kitchen and flickering fire. The room was dark with a soft orange glow. She glanced around the space that was cozy and warm, but impersonal. “I really hope the food doesn’t show up in the next few minutes.”
He laughed. “We’ve got time. And if it does, I’ll pull on my pants and get it. No need for you to dress. But one thing I promise you, if it does show up now, it’s going to get cold, because there’s only one thing I’m hungry for right now.”
“Works for me.”
He smiled and stroked his cock, which wasn’t hard, but also wasn’t soft. It thrilled her to know he was already warming up for another round. She turned him on that much.
“Now, where were we?” she asked.
He laughed. “I was just about to grab a condom.”
“We have condoms?”
“Hell yeah. I bought two boxes this morning. Only thing I grabbed from the grocery bags other than the potato chips you wanted.”
Chris and folded-over kettle-style potato chips, her two favorite treats.
He went to the counter where he’d set the one food bag and pulled out a box of condoms.
She snickered at the idea he’d bought two boxes, remembering telling him she liked his confidence that first night. Tonight, he would prove he was up to the challenge.
He pulled out a strip of condoms and tore off a packet, then set it on the coffee table.
Diana lay along the couch, with her injured right leg along the back and her shoulders slightly propped by a throw pillow against the arm. Chris took her left leg and lifted it, placing her foot on the floor, then settled between her legs. His gaze raked down her body.
He ran his hands along the insides of her thighs, and her nerves coiled with anticipation as he drew closer to her center. His thumbs teased her, parting her lips, slipping his fingers inside then spreading the wetness to her clit.
Then he dipped his head down, and his tongue did all the things his thumb had done, and she wanted to close her eyes, but at the same time wanted to watch as he licked her. His head between her thighs and his tongue teasing her was as erotic to see as it felt. All her senses were soaring.
She had the taste of him in her mouth. The smell of him infused the air. His touch. The sounds he made in his throat combined with the soft scrape and feel of tongue lapping at her clit. Watching him as he did this to her was a ripe strawberry on a hot fudge sundae. Delicious without the added juicy sweet, but the flavor was intensified with the addition of the berry.
So she watched him go down on her, fighting the need to close her eyes.
Her pleasure built, and she gripped the back side of the couch and cushion to keep her thighs from locking tight around him.
His tongue slid inside her. His thumb worked her clit. The pleasure built and built, but he kept her on the edge, never increasing to a tempo that would push her over. It was glorious and agonizing in the best way.
