He finally lifted his lips from hers, his blue eyes staring down at her. “Was that…okay?”
It struck her that while she’d taken the infidelity and built herself a suit of masterwork armor to carry around and still get through life, he had built himself a remote, secluded fortress and walled himself inside it.
She smiled, even though she wanted to cry for him. “That was great. Let’s do it again.” Rising up on her toes, she draped her arms around his neck and slanted her lips over his.
This time, his hands came to rest on her ass, slipping into the back pockets of her jeans and she felt a surge of victory roll through her when she felt him hold on, actively rocking his body against hers a little.
Having over a foot on her in height made it a little interesting. He’d been taller than her back then, but only by a few inches.
Maybe I can shake things up a little.
She broke their kiss, giving him what she hoped came off as a sexy smile as she sank to her knees, working on his belt as she did.
* * * *
Axel’s eyes widened as his brain finally stopped freewheeling and he realized what she was about to do. Part of him thought he should stop her…
Except he couldn’t thinkwhy.
Shit, he couldn’t think atall.
If it wasn’t an automatic function happening in his body, he wasn’t sure he had any control over it right then.
Her sweet green gaze never left his as her hands unfastened his belt and started working on his fly. His fingers curled around the top of the sofa, holding on tightly, afraid if he let go that his knees might unhinge and send him crashing to the floor.
He wasn’t sure, but suspected that wouldn’t come off as very “domly.”
Warm breath he felt through the fabric of his briefs as she nuzzled the outline of his cock. Teeth lightly grazing, up and down, making him throb and twitch. At this point he wasn’t sure how long he could last.
Reaching up, she hooked her fingers in the waistband and eased his briefs down enough his cock sprang free. He tried to swallow back the needy moan that clawed its way loose from his throat when her lips touched the head. When her fingers wrapped around his shaft and slowly slid his foreskin back, he wasn’t altogether sure he might not lose his mind.
Her tongue flicked out, the tip sliding along the slit, a smile curving her gorgeous lips the whole time.
Her gaze focused on his.
With her free hand, she reached up and grabbed one of his. She practically had to wrestle it off the couch, but he finally understood what she wanted and placed it on the back of her head. After slightly adjusting his position leaning against the back of the couch, he placed the other on her head, too.
“Mm hmm.” Her tongue flicked out again, a scorching slow circle around the head of his cock, tracing the ridge, then back to the slit for another exploration. Again, and again, and he struggled not to grab her head and fuck her face, it felt so good.
When she wrapped her lips around the head and slowly sucked his shaft into her mouth, he had to bite down on his lower lip to hold back. He wasn’t sure what the protocol was supposed to be here, if he needed to warn her or let her stop to jack him or what. Linda had never been a swallower, and she’d trained him well to pull out first and finish himself with his hand.
* * * *
Why won’t he fuck my face?
Okay, we can work on that.
She’d hoped that by putting his hands on her head like that he’d realize what she wanted and instinctively go for it.
So she did the work for him, holding on to the backs of his thighs as she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. This was a calculated risk and she knew that. Some guys their age were only good for one a night.
She was hoping if she got him off now that it might relax him, and they could go to his bedroom and play and he could get her off and maybe regain some interest in the process to build up to a second round.
If not, hey, no big deal, consider it an icebreaker. They could spend the night cuddling and talking.
Even that would be welcomed.
His entire body trembled, practically vibrating under her as she tried to draw it out of him. Almost like he was holding back, fighting it.
