"I know I don't have to," she interrupts, tugging my belt free. "I want to."
I can't form words as she unbuttons my pants and pulls down the zipper. My breath catches when she reaches into my boxers and wraps her hand around me.
"Jesus," I hiss as she pulls me free.
Her eyes widen slightly. "Well, aren't you full of surprises?"
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" I manage to ask, my voice rough.
She grins up at me. "Definitely good."
Then her mouth is on me, and coherent thought flies out the window. Her lips wrap around the head of my cock, warm and wet and perfect. I groan, my hands fisting in the bedsheets to keep from grabbing her hair.
"Fuck, Dahlia," I pant as she takes me deeper, her hand working what doesn't fit in her mouth.
She hums around me, and the vibration sends shockwaves of pleasure up my spine. Her eyes never leave mine as she bobs her head, her tongue swirling around the tip each time she pulls back.
"You look so beautiful like this," I tell her, finally giving in to the urge to touch her, brushing a curl from her face.
She takes me deeper in response, her hand tightening around the base. The sight of my cock disappearing between her lips is the most erotic thing I've ever seen.
"Take all of me," I say.
She raises an eyebrow, then she places her hands on either side of my thighs and leans forward, taking me so deep I hit the back of her throat.
"Holy shit," I groan, watching as tears spring to her eyes from the effort.
She pulls back, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. Before I can ask if she's okay, she's diving back down, taking me deep again.
"You're going to make me come if you keep that up," I warn her, my thighs tensing with the effort of holding back.
She pulls off with a pop, her hand still stroking me. "That's the idea."
Then she's back at it, her mouth hot and eager, and her hands work in unison. The dual sensation is overwhelming. I thread my fingers through her hair.
"Dahlia," I gasp, feeling the pressure build. "I'm close."
She doesn't stop. If anything, she increases her pace, her eyes locked on mine, watching my face as pleasure overtakes me.
"I'm coming," I warn her, trying to pull her off. "Take it out."
But she doesn't listen. She takes me deeper as I explode, my body jerking with the force of my orgasm. I feel her swallow around me, milking every last drop.
"Fuck," I pant as she finally releases me, sitting back on her heels with a satisfied smile. "You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to," she says simply, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
I stand on shaky legs, tucking myself back into my boxers but letting my pants fall to the floor.
Her eyes widen as I pull my undershirt over my head, now completely bare from the waist up. "What are you doing?"
"Taking off my clothes," I say, kicking off my shoes and socks. "You should do the same."
"You're bossy," she comments, but she's already reaching for the hem of her shirt.
"You have no idea," I reply, pushing my boxers down and stepping out of them.
Her gaze drops to my cock, which is already starting to harden again. "Impressive recovery time."
