“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, Ember!"
"Mmm-hmmm!"
He grips my head in both hands now, and hunches over me, hips pumping hard, thrusting himself between my lips. I pull at his ass and let him move, meet him thrust for thrust, humming my enjoyment of this act.
"Oh f-f-f-fuck!" He shouts. "Ember!"
I whimper a shrill, eager sound of encouragement, jerking his taut, flexing ass toward me, fingernails digging into marble-hard muscle. And then he arches backward, thrusting into my mouth, into my throat, fingers clawing into my scalp, head thrown back, and I taste his release, a salty flood of cum.
I gulp it down, open my mouth to pant for breath, and then take him to the back of my throat and bob there, feeling the next rush spurt directly down my throat—I swallow frantically, desperately, gulping and panting, backing away to move around his head again. I capture his balls in my hands and squeeze them, massaging—fit my middle finger along his taint and press, and he shouts wordlessly, a guttural roar as he shoots another hot wet load of cum into my mouth. The next release is right on the heels of the last one, and I can't swallow it all. He surges into my mouth with his spasm of release, and the movement forces cum to leak out of the corners of my mouth and dribble down his shaft. I let him out and lick it away, pump his length with both hands, jacking him hard and fast, relentlessly, until my hands blur. He staggers, legs giving out, and falls to his ass on the bed—I follow him, sucking around his tip with my tongue twiddling his frenulum, and he grunts, thrusts helplessly. He spurts one more time, a little trickle leaking out of him onto my tongue, but I'm not done.
Even after he's done coming, I swallow around his shaft and caress his slick, sticky length, bobbing on him until he grunts helplessly, breathlessly, spasming again, even though nothing comes out.
I go down on him until he's softening in my mouth, and only then do I let him go and sit back on my heels, raking my fingers down his hard, flexed abs as they ripple with his panting breath.
"Holy fuck," he gasps.
"Was it okay?" I ask coyly.
“Okay?Jesus. I didn't know a blowjob could feel that way."
I tap the tip of his cock as it dangles. "That was fucking hot, Felix. I loved doing that to you."
He gazes down at me, jaw clenching, eyes primal with arousal. He cups my jaw, thumb wiping at the corner of my mouth. He presses his thumb against my lips, and I open for him, tasting a faint tang of his cum.
"Good girl,” he praises. "Taking every last drop."
My thighs press together at his praise. "Mmmmm…fuck, Felix." I gaze up at him, and I know my expression must be damn near reverent—every bit as much as his is as he looks at me. "Love how you talk to me like that."
"Never been one for dirty talk," he mutters, "but you—fuck, Gorgeous, you do something to me."
"Same. I don't know who I am with you, Felix, but I admit I like it."
He takes my hands and helps me stand up—my knees hurt from being on them for so long. He seems to anticipate this, because he bends to grab my ass and lift me off my feet.
He claims my mouth with a savage kiss. "You're fucking incredible, Ember James."
I feel it again—the surge of overwhelmed emotion.
His praise undoes me. Turns me on, thrashes my heart.
I'm about to start bawling again, even as I feel so turned on I could…god, what wouldn't I do?
He cups my face. "You gonna cry again?"
I can only nod, the tears starting despite my efforts to hold them back. "I—I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I—fuck, fuck, I—"
He sinks onto the bed and takes me with him to his back, cradling me to his chest, strong arms pinioning me, securing me.
"No apologies between us, Ember. Give me all you got. I can take it."
Those words are the last straw—I can take it.
I give it to him. All the sorrow, all the turmoil, all the conflict.
I break apart in his arms all over again.
Nine
