His entire body shuddered. His head tipped back for just a second before his eyes rolled forward again, locking with mine as I parted my lips and took him into my mouth.
It was intimate in a way that had nothing to do with sex. He wasn’t saying a word, but he was giving me everything. Every noise, every breath, and every ounce of tension in his frame was a confession.
I sucked down, taking more of him in, using my hands to stroke what I couldn’t reach with my mouth. And when I picked up the pace, when my lips got wetter and my grip tighter, he started to lose control.
His hands slid to the back of my head, not pushing, but anchoring himself. He moved with me, hips pumping with arhythm that was erratic and needy. He was chasing something he’d never let himself have.
He told me he wasn’t a virgin. That he’d been with other women. But I knew this was different and new.
It was new for me, too.
I’d never wanted to ruin someone with pleasure before. Never wanted to be on my knees for someone just because I knew they needed it, not because they expected it. Not because they demanded it.
And just when I felt him start to lose his rhythm, when I knew he was close, he growled and pulled back.
My mouth popped off him with a wet sound.
"What?" I started to ask.
But his hand was already on himself, pumping with ferocity, chasing the high he’d been seconds away from.
I reached up and replaced his hand with mine, stroking him just as fast, just as hard.
"Let me make you come," I whispered.
His groan was immediate. His eyes burned into me, his head falling back like surrender.
I wrapped my mouth around his tip again, taking him as deep as I could while working the rest with my hand. His body jerked, breath gone, and then I tasted it.
Hot. Salty. Overwhelming.
It spilled into my mouth, thick and fast, dripping out the corners of my mouth before I could catch it. I tried to swallow quickly, but a drop escaped, and he reached down, thumb swiping the trail from my chin and pressing it back between my lips. I swallowed hard and moaned like it was the best thing I’d ever tasted. Not for his ego. But because I wanted him to know he could give me something, too.
For a second, I expected him to retreat. To pull away. To let the regret settle into his spine the way it had after he kissed me.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he hauled me to my feet, crashed his mouth to mine, and kissed me like he needed to taste exactly what I’d just tasted. His tongue slid between my lips, and then he lifted me off the ground, wrapping my legs around his waist as his pants still hung loose around his hips.
He carried me inside, through the back door to the bedroom and laid me down like I was something precious. Then stood and began stripping, undoing his button-up shirt first, then kicking his shoes off. He kept his pants on, but his cock was still out, half-hard again and twitching as he reached for me.
He tugged the drawstring of my shorts and slid them down, taking my panties with them. My shirt followed, joining the rest of our clothes on the floor.
I expected him to take what I gave and be satisfied. But the look in his eyes told a different story. There was a spark there, a sharp edge of intensity I hadn’t seen before. It reminded me of how he must look when he’s about to close a deal.
Except this time, I was the deal.
He sank to his knees at the edge of the bed and spread my thighs apart.
"I’m gonna admit something," he said, his voice a low rumble as his mouth ghosted over my skin. "I’m not very experienced at giving a woman the kind of pleasure she deserves."
My heart thudded.
"But," he continued, lips brushing the edge of my pussy, "there’s one thing you should already know about me. I’m a pretty smart guy. So I want to hear you, Blue. I want to know what you like. I want you to teach me with your moans, your gasps, your fucking cries. Because if this is what we’re giving each other, if this is the risk we’re taking, then I want to make it worth it for you."
Then he licked me. Slow and deliberate. His mouth moved with uncertainty at first, but when I let out a low gasp, his confidence clicked into place. He sucked gently, then dipped his tongue inside me, his hands anchoring my thighs to keep me still.
No one had ever made me feel like this before.
