Fuck it, he thought and buried his hands in her fall of hair, her locks tumbling free from however she’d had them twisted and cascading over her body, framing her face perfectly.
She hummed and moved farther down on his cock, her tongue wiggling deliciously over the underside as she pulled him deeper into the wet, silken heat of her mouth.
Evan was smart enough not to pull on her hair to get her to move faster or to thrust up and choke her.No matter what, he was always aware of his size, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt any partner he had.Causing people sexual pain was one thing if it was agreed upon, but seeing his lover hardly being able to eat or speak because of a sore jaw or a throbbing throat was another thing that bordered on abuse in his mind.
But he did massage her scalp in appreciation, let his fingers play in the whipcord texture of her soft hair.He allowed himself the luxury of playing in her crowning glory even as one of her hands fisted around the base of his cock, marking her stopping point as the other raked its nails up his inner thigh.
“Fuck!”Evan shouted, falling back onto the bed, desperately trying to hold his hips still.He could feel the sweat beading up on his body and wanted to be naked and have her naked and… Now she was bobbing her head and his whole body tensed up, his back arching as he called out, making sounds he would no doubt be embarrassed about later, but right now it felt so good that the pleasure would overwhelm him if he didn’t let it out somehow.
She hummed her amusement or her joy -- he really didn’t know -- but she hummed and the vibrations went running through his cock, making his balls tingle and the muscles in his back jump.She was bobbing her head and he was dying a little, his control evaporating, tension within him building.
“Fuck, Cleo…” he whined, and then with Herculean strength, he pulled his hands out of her hair and gripped her forearms.
He pulled her up and she slowly, very slowly despite the tight suction she applied, slid herself up and off of him, her teeth giving his PA a final tug as she popped free.
The cooler air of the room caressing his cock made him wince, but he pulled Cleo up and over him until she rested against his body.
“Evan,” she purred and then he was lifting his head, taking her mouth in a powerful kiss, chasing the taste of himself on her tongue.She writhed on top of him, the scratchy material of her dress abrading his cock as her arms dropped to either side of his head.
Without thinking, she gripped his hips and spun them around, her hair flowing out behind her like a waterfall as she settled below him.
Breaking off the kiss, he rose to his knees above her and sat up, his body moving above her.
She looked up at him, her lipstick smeared, her lips swollen, her eyes glittering like ten karats of perfect chocolate diamonds…
Too many clothes.He watched her with hooded, hungry eyes as she licked her lips.Right then and there, the clothes had to go.
His hands dropped to the chain holding his sporran around his waist and with a flick of his thumbs, it fell free to be tossed to the side of the bed.
His fingers went to his black blazer, and that too was tossed as his fingers worked on the studs to his tuxedo shirt, tossing the onyx jewelry aside like it was nothing.Itwasnothing, in the face of the woman who was hungrily staring up at him.The shirt went flying.
Bare-chested, he leaned backward as he slid off his dress shoes and long thick socks before he sat up again and tugged at the buttons holding his kilt closed.It slithered down his hips to pool around his body as he hovered over her.While that too was kicked aside, his eyes never left hers.
Cleo smiled as his cock popped up to slam against his stomach as the confining material was gone.She smiled wider when he slid backward off the bed, tugging her heels from her feet and hiking up several acres of material to get a good look at her…
“Oh Holy God, you aren’t wearing panties!”
He ignored her husky laughter as he shoved the dress up higher so he could see.
She was beautiful, her pubic hair trimmed to near extinction, her lush thighs spread appealingly, her excitement and need for him glistening on her thighs.
“Please, may I?”he asked as he ran his fingers up over her legs, before gripping her knees and spreading her legs wider.“God, I have to taste you.”
His words make her writhe, and he watched, a lascivious grin on his mouth as the swollen, glistening lips of her labia parted to expose her hooded clit and the dark pink opening of her pussy.
“Do it,” Cleo demanded, splaying her legs even wider, sliding her feet upon the bed, and arching her back, presenting the most beautiful picture he had ever seen, paradise framed by scarlet silk and chiffon.
Growling like a beast, he dove in, his hands pushing her thighs wider yet as he leaned in close, inhaling her scent.Damn, she smelled so good… like she had dusted her body with honey and flowers, and that, combined with the heady hint of faint musk, made his cock weep for joy.No joke, he was running like a faucet and he was so hard it damn near hurt.
He parted her labia with his thumbs, his fingers sliding in her slick arousal, moaning softly as he exposed her swollen clit for his hungry mouth.
Evan knew he was making obscene slurping sounds, grunts, and sighs as he began to feast on her body, but he couldn’t even begin to give a flying fuck.
She was hot and slick and so sweet in his mouth, her slick ran down freely, coating his face and neck.His tongue enclosed her clit as he sucked it gently, feeling her push her mons into his face, demanding more.
And since his job as far as he was concerned was seeing to her every need, he sucked harder, tonguing her rougher as he slid two fingers into her grasping heat.
“Yes,” she was whining, her body arching up into his face as she began to fuck his mouth.Him sliding his fingers into her tight, slick body only made her cry out as she fucked down onto his fingers and then threw her pussy back toward his mouth.
