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“Let me see.” The words barely make it out, but all they get is a shake of his head.
“Do you want what’s under here, Kate?”
“Oh God,” I groan.
He looks down at what he can see under the fabric but I can’t, stroking himself before leaning forward to put his open mouth on mine.
“I’m dark red and wet and ready for you, Kate,” he mumbles against my lips, and I close my eyes to stop myself from ripping those boxers off his very sexy hips.
“I want you in my mouth,” I say. And oh! Where does this woman come from when we have sex? Fabian gets the sex witch with her runaway mouth out of the box to run wild for a couple of hours before I shut her away and sit on the lid. I say the most outrageous things to him sometimes, and it just seems to encourage him to say the most outrageous things back. I’m safe here. Outrage is encouraged, welcomed even.
“Let me see you play with yourself,” I mumble against his lips, and he pulls back again, shuffling onto his knees between my legs before pulling his boxers down and moving to take them off. His cock sticks straight out, flushed and swollen, and he takes it in hand giving it one or two rough strokes, releasing a hoarse chuckle as he bends to kiss me again.
“Is it fascinating, Kate?”
“Yes.” I’ve been staring, clearly.
He sits back, head bowed, and runs a teasing finger over his tip to the underside where his foreskin joins and back again. Back and forward. His chest tightens, abs jumping. Bending my legs, I rub my feet up and down his calves and he gives me a half smile, eyes dark and droopy, before he strokes himself a few more times, letting out a long groan as his head tips back. The muscles stand out on his throat, nipples hard, his right pec tensed with the grip he has, and I lever up, hands skimming up the inside of his thighs, stroking the soft skin between his legs. His gaze drops to meet mine.
“Were you serious about tasting me?” he growls.
Shifting onto my knees on the bed and pushing his hand out of the way, I bend down and take him in my mouth, licking the tip as salt explodes on my tongue. I rub across the sensitive nerves, and a rumble starts low somewhere in his body, and I smirk up at him, but his face is tight and dangerous as he slides a hand in my hair.
“Behave.”
I seal my lips around the head, suckling, and his hand tightens as he tries to push his hips forward. I close my teeth around his length, gently holding him so he can’t thrust, and he sucks in a jagged breath.
“Kate.”
My teeth scrape softly over him as I pull off him and straighten, and he lets out a disbelieving hiss. Normally, I’m happy for him to take over, but this time I want something different.
“I want this my way,” I say.
Dark eyes hold mine as the distant grumbling of the streets washes in. The pianist upstairs is practicing some complicated tune I don’t recognize. He grinds his teeth, heat climbing up his face from a vein throbbing in his neck.
“I want to give you pleasure, my way. I don’t want you to take over,” I say.
I want him to trustme.
His hand grips my jaw, almost hurting me, then he inclines his head in acquiescence. “But you’re only allowed so much teasing, Kate.”
I run my knuckles gently down either side of his cock. This earns me a growl, so I bend down to take him in my mouth, sucking on the red tip, and my eyes are fixed on his face as he struggles to let me take control, to not thrust. Every so often his pelvis moves before he applies the brakes with a shudder. Adrenaline leaks into my body and, after one jerk forward when he stutters and manages to stop, I take him all the way to the back of my throat and the noise he makes when I do this is ungodly. He seems to lose it: Hands invade my hair, not taking over exactly, but his hips shift frantically from side to side, tremors running up his legs, which slide out as I reach behind to stroke his balls and the skin behind. The muscles in his abdomen tighten under my hands and down his thighs.My God.
“Fuuuuuck. Jesus. Fuuuuck!” The words rip out like he’s close to disaster.
Sliding all the way down and back, I swirl my tongue around his tip, playing with his foreskin. I can taste how much he’s leaking, and I rub the sensitive bit under the head, pulling his skin down with my fist.
“Oh, Oh. Oh. Fuck. I can’t …”
“I’m …”
“Jesus Christ.”
My hips shift to try and relieve my own ache, slipperiness making my thighs wet.
“Kate. I’m …”
I test my teeth on him, sucking hard, and he lets out a loud shout, pushing roughly forward. Pulses move down his cock as he spills over my tongue. Sweat makes my hands slide on his hips as his body jerks several times with aftershocks, chest heaving and gasping for air. He falls onto his hands over where I’m crouched, propping himself up on the bed, whole body shaking. I give him a few more experimental licks, and he shudders, groaning, before collapsing sideways onto the sheets next to me and letting out a long moan, arm over his eyes. A smug grin stretches my mouth as I take in his splayed body: I am stupidly, ridiculously proud. Shifting around, I collapse down beside him.
