“Yea, I am totally fine with this,” he says, breathlessly, as he unbuttons my shirt and releases the front snap of my bra. “You still fine with this?”
“So fine.” He cups my breasts and kisses each in turn. I want more of my body touching his, so I delve my hand deeper into his boxer shorts and wrap my hand around his thick cock. “Is this fine for you?”
“Fuck,” he mumbles.
“Good,” I return, shimmying down in front of him and placing my face right in front of his dick. God, my mouth waters, and I begin to tug his boxers down, but his wrists on my hands stop me.
“Uh-uh. No way. Holy Jesus Christ, not yet. Those lips? I’ll come the moment you wrap that pretty mouth around my dick.”
“That’s kind of the point,” I say.
He shakes his head. “Goes against the rules.”
“There are rules?” I ask.
“There are now. Just for us. Answer me this, baby. Can you come if I touch you?”
Now it’s me who sucks in a sharp breath. I nod.
“Can you come if I put my mouth on you?”
I suck in a breath. “I don’t know. No one’s ever done that, but yea? I guess?”
He pushes me back slightly so I’m lying flat on the blanket as he hovers above me. “Not to be indelicate, but I can go off like a damn rocket if I look at your tits long enough...so...we need rules. A ratio.”
“Remember how I said I wanted to talk? Well, I don’t anymore. There’s too much talking,” I complain as I reach for him.
He smiles as he swats my hand away. “I’ve got you. I’ll shut my mouth soon. In fact, I’ll put it to better use. I’m gonna kiss you, Willa. Does that sound good?”
“Yes.”
“I’m gonna kiss you here,” he feathers a kiss across my lips, another over each breast, and then traces his hand down my torso. “And I’m gonna kiss you here. You want that?”
I want that. And so much more. To make myself clear, I push the waistband of my leggings down to my knees.
“Christ, you’re pretty. So, like I said, a ratio,” he tells me, though it’s hard to pay attention with his face right there and his hand tracing the seam of my sex.
“You get two, then I get one. Sound good?”
“Two what?” I ask, my mind in a haze.
“Two orgasms, baby,” he tells me, just before he places his lips on my sex, kissing and sucking sweetly, hungrily.
I lie back on the blanket, the sky fully dark now, my body exposed to the stars above. The sensations are new and overwhelming in the very best way. Knox spreads my thighs a little wider, his tongue and lips exploring my body. Nothing has ever felt this good. Maybe it’s the fact that no one’s around for miles, or that it’s pitch black out here and it feels like we’re the only two people on the planet, but I let myself go. Relaxing against the blanket, I lose myself more with every touch, every kiss. With his tongue and fingers playing against my folds, I come apart. My arms reach for his waist, but he’s not done. His wet, hot, hungry mouth seeks my breasts and soon I’m tumbling over the edge again.
It takes a second for my breathing to return to normal, and my breath hitches when I see his face. He’s drunk with sex, and his mouth and chin are still covered in my arousal. Taking control, I nudge him backward and straddle his thighs before swallowing the tip of his cock. His hands fist in my hair.
“Jesus,” he hisses, pulling at the strands, as I take him deeper into my mouth.
His cock is thick and hard, and his pre-come tastes salty, but sweet. I’m getting off just by sucking on him, feeling empowered by the noises he makes. Soon, he’s gripping my shoulder, but I pay no attention, holding him tighter. He empties himself into my mouth and I eagerly swallow every drop.
I’ve never felt a connection like this before.
I’ve never felt anything like this before.
And I don’t think I’ll ever feel anything like this again.
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