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By the time she got to the waist of his pajama bottoms, he was writhing beneath her, his fingers twisted into her hair, holding her mouth against him. She grinned, on her knees over his body as she took in the extent of what she’d done. His erection was tenting the fabric, the pink, round head peeking out between the folds of jersey material and tiny buttons.
“Well, hello,” she said quietly, her fingers hooking in the waist of the pajamas and pulling. David gasped, lifting his hips to help her as she freed him from the confining fabric.
“Shoshana,” he said, her name a plea in his mouth. She looked at him, a question in her eyes as she touched his hard cock. Her fingers were light, the caress was barely a caress, but it was meant to entice, and it worked. He gasped, his hips canting toward her, seeking her hand.
“I’m going to put my mouth on you,” she said, her fingers still playing lightly over his body. Her thumb slid along the curve of his head, teasing along that small opening and he groaned low in his throat. “Because I’ve wanted to do this since the first moment, I saw you. Did you know that? You were praying.”
“Shoshana,” he gasped, his hips moving the tiniest bit. His hands spasmed on her thighs.
“I’d never heard those words sound like that before,” she said. She looked him in the eye, wanting him to know that as much as yes, she was absolutely drawing out this moment to seduce him, she was also, very, very serious, “I didn’t realize it could… I think I feltyou.”
“Sweet--”
“See, that’s the thing. I’m not sweet, not even a little. And it doesn’t matter because I don’t need to be. I look at you, I feel you, and all I can think of is all of the ways I need you inside me,” she said. Her body dipped, her breasts brushing his bare thighs, her lips close, closer to the place he was straining to get her to pay attention to, but she wasn’t ready yet. She bit her lip, her fingers curling around his cock, her thumb still playing along its tip.
Her lips closed over the tip of him and he moaned, the sound a long, low keening as she swirled her tongue over him. Her other hand slid along the planes of his abdomen, her fingers still scratching light, teasing lines and his hand closed over it, trapping her hand against him. Her head dipped and she took more of him into her mouth, her eyes on his face.
David’s head was thrown back, his jaw clenched so hard she could see the corded muscle standing out along his neck. She wanted to touch him there, to soothe those angry lines away, but something told her if she lifted her head again the man would never forgive her. She sucked him, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, her fingers tightening around the base of his cock as she worked him.
He breathed, his fingers in her hair, tight, but still, so gentle.
* * *
David didn’t think it was possible to die because of a blowjob, but he thought maybe he should look into that as a possibility because he was fairly certain if she stopped what she was doing his heart was going to explode.
Literally, explode in his chest.
Not from emotion, not from pain, just from plain old disappointment. Her eyes were intent on his face, their green so dark in the half-light from the lamp they looked black.
Her head bobbed again as she took him into her mouth, the feel of her tongue moving against his cock was making it difficult to focus on anything. He was going to embarrass himself if she didn’t stop. But then, what did that matter? The look in her eye said quite clearly that she wanted him to cum in her mouth. She’d said as much only a moment ago. So why worry about doing exactly that?
Shoshana’s head lifted, those perfect, full lips leaving his erection, and he made an agonized sound, a groan pulled from somewhere deep in his chest that he couldn’t have held back if he’d wanted to. She smirked, but there was no malice in her eyes. Her hand continued its work, pumping his cock as she looked at him. He moved his hips. The tip of his penis was so frustratingly close to her lips. Shoshana’s mouth quirked into a deeper smile, as though she knew exactly what he was doing.
“David,” she said his name and it was low, soothing. As though she were calling him back from a precipice.
He swallowed, trying to think past the feel of what her fingers were doing and failing miserably. She said his name again, her other hand on his lower abdomen moving gently, her fingers trailing light lines over his skin. He moaned. Shoshana bit her lip, her expression playfully serious.
“Sweetheart, I need you to look at me.”
He was looking at her. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was the most beautiful creature he could ever remember seeing.
These are things he would have said, if he could speak. But he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t think past her nimble fingers and what they were doing to his body. And how, if she took her hand away, he would feel the betrayal in every layer of his soul.
“David,” she said, and this time her tone was just the smallest bit reproachful. “Please don’t make me have to stop.”
He swallowed, his hand flexing in the soft flannel of the quilt. His other hand slapping over her fingers on his belly. Holding her against his body. He felt her low chuckle more than heard it. And the way her breasts pressed into his bare thighs was madness. Finally, after what was most likely an eternity, not the few seconds it seemed, he was able to find his voice. To swallow past the need.
“Sho-shana.”
“I love my name in your mouth,” she said, her teeth catching the fullness of her lower lip again as she grinned almost sheepishly. He made a noise that could have been a protest. If this were any other day, and that was the reason she stopped the magic she was making with that mouth, he would--
“Please,” he found himself saying. Her fingers flexed on his abdomen, and his hand tightened on top of hers. Her other hand was keeping pace, not enough to allow him to find his pleasure, but enough to keep him wanting.
“I want to make you cum with my mouth, David. But first I need to know if that’s okay. Can I do that for you?” she said, her tone serious, her eyes telling him the words falling from those perfect lips were absolute truth. He closed his eyes, jaw clenched so hard he felt his teeth aching.
“What are you talking about?” he said, disbelief making it sound more like a gasp than an actual word. Shoshana’s head dipped, her forehead resting for the briefest moment on his pelvis. Her lips so close to the base of his cock he wanted to weep. She lifted her head again, her chin resting on the same spot. Her breath warm against his skin.
It was a torment. He knew she wasn’t doing it on purpose, but she was slowly driving him to a complete break with reality. Her brow was furrowed in consternation. He panted, realizing she actually did need an answer to her question. He shook his head, forcing himself to speak.
