Unable to think of anything else, I’m desperate for a different type of pleasure.
His.
Out of breath, I settle on the bed for a heartbeat. And when his arms push onto the mattress, hands fisted beside my head, I drag his mouth down to mine. He’s strung out. Each sweep of his tongue is bruising.
I want to give him what he gave me.
More, if I can.
I tap his shoulder, and he leans back on his heels once again.
“I want to do the same for you.” I look up at him.
His head tilts to one side but he steps off the bed. I rise to follow, but he holds up a hand.
“Crawl, baby girl. You want my cock in your mouth, you earn it.”
The ego on this grump.
Tamping down a smile, I move to all fours. Maintaining eye contact, I crawl as slowly as possible, ignoring the heat onceagain flushing my face. My breasts sway with each movement. If I thought his eyes were dark before... Now they are the navy hue of the deepest ocean.
His jaw feathers. “Fuck me, Evie.”
I reach the edge of the bed and tug his boxers down. I don’t wait for permission.
I crawled for this man.
I earned it.
His cock springs free.
All I can do is stare at it.
It’s veiny and huge. A pearl of pre-cum beaded at the tip. But...
It’s been so long, and I don’t want him to be disappointed.
Retreating a little, I glance up at him before finally getting the courage to ask, “H-how do you like it?”
His hands slide across my jaw and into my hair. He bunches it up in one fist and tugs me forward. “Rough.”
Something explodes low in my belly. My slick pussy hums back to life.
Holy shit.
I grip his hips with both hands and settle on my knees before him.
He removes one hand and moves it to his cock. I fold my fingers around the warm, corded shaft. My mouth waters as I slide the tip onto my tongue. His eyes don’t leave my face.
My lips close over him. I slide my mouth back, and his grip on my hair tightens.
“Easy, baby.”
“What happened to rough?”
“It’s coming.”
I take him in as far as I can and suck my way back up. Slowly. Methodically.
