“Don’t worry, mag man, I’m not planning on leaving you hanging.” I closed my fingers around him and pumped a few times before I bowed my head to take just the tip between my lips, running my tongue in a teasing circle.
“Mag man?” His voice was strained with effort, as though it was all he could do to get out the words. “You called me that earlier. What’s it mean? Like a cave man? Not sure I’m flattered.”
“Not cave man, goof.” I pulled my mouth off him for a moment with a pop. “Not Cro-Magnon, if that’s what you’re thinking. You . . . you’re magnificent, Noah.” I cradled his balls in my free hand. “And not just the outside package, either. I realize we haven’t known each other that well for very long, but from everything I see and hear, you’re incredible. You’re one of the most decent humans I’ve met in a long time.” And then, with a saucy grin, I winked. “The outer wrapping ain’t half-bad, either.”
Before he could get out another word, I took him into my mouth as deep as I could, not stopping until the head hit the back of my throat. I hummed a little before I let him go and then sank down again, finding a perfect rhythm.
I’d given my share of blow jobs. In high school, I’d been sexually active at a relatively early age, but I’d been slow to indulge in actual intercourse, preferring to experiment with alternative forms of pleasure like oral sex and hand-jobs. That was why I felt fairly confident about my skills when it came to using my mouth. But if I’d been at all insecure, Noah’s reaction to what I was doing would’ve been a huge ego boost. He groaned, his breath stuttered, and the words that poured out of him made me feel like I could keep doing this forever.
I increased both pressure and speed as I felt him hardening even more, growing longer in my mouth, and I knew he was on the edge of exploding down my throat. I was more than all right with that; I suspected this man had crazy stamina and would be able to bounce back pretty fast. But his fingers tightened in my hair, drawing my face away from him.
“Alison,” he panted. “Wait. I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
“It’s okay.” I reached for him again. “We can do it another way next time. I don’t have any problems with swallowing.”
His laughter sounded vaguely pained. “Honey, I love that idea, but listen . . .” His breath wheezed in and out. “I haven’t had sex—uh, you know, traditional, coming inside a woman sex—in a long time. I really want that. If it’s okay with you, I mean.”
I could’ve argued my point that we had all night for that, but it occurred to me that maybe Noah wasn’t planning to stay with me all night. I didn’t want to get into that discussion now. If he only wanted a one-and-done to break his long dry spell . . . well, I’d deal with it.
“Of course, it’s okay.” I sat back on my heels. “I just want to make you feel good.”
“Mission accomplished,” he said, offering me a hand to help me rise to my feet. “But for me . . . receiving one-way pleasure is never as satisfying as when I’m giving it, too. I’d love to come in your mouth, but first, I want to make sure you’re enjoying yourself, too.”
A little of my tension eased. So it wasn’t that Noah planned to have fun and get gone—he just wanted to change things up a bit for this first time. I didn’t want to examine my relief too closely. As far as I knew, this was a one-time deal, a wedding hook-up that both of us needed to mark the end of a long sexual desert. I wasn’t going to make it more than that. Not now. Not yet.
I stood in front of Noah in just my lace panties, watching him through my eyelashes as he gazed down at my body. He was still taking deep breaths in an effort to keep himself under control, I guessed.
“My knee . . .” he began, gesturing down to the still-angry looking scars on his right leg. “I can’t just kneel down in front of you the way I’d like to do. Can we lay on the bed? It’ll be easier for me that way.”
“Ah, the old bum knee trick, used to lure countless maidens to a wily man’s bed,” I teased. “Likely story, dude.”
He smiled and then lifted me bodily onto the mattress, dropping me so that I bounced, giggling.
“Just get in the bed, wench, and no more back-talk.”
I scooted up toward the pillows, watching as he carefully lowered himself onto the bed and eased to the middle, lying on his back.
“Will it be tough on your knee to be on top?” I asked, eyeing the joint in question.
He grimaced. “I think I can do it if I can keep my weight on the other side and my arms.”
“But it would be easier if you could stay on your back.” I said what was implied by his answer. “So, let’s make this easy. I have no issues with doing all the work.”
“You like to be in charge,” Noah observed, a half-smile on his face as he watched me.
“I don’thaveto be, but . . .” I shrugged. “Yeah. I don’t hate it.”
“Well, the good news is that I don’t mind you being in charge, as long you’re willing to accept a few key compromises.” Noah interlaced his fingers behind his head, looking for all the world like a relaxed, nude cover model waiting for the photographer to take the shot.
“Compromises?” I asked absently, too distracted by the intoxicating view before me.
“Yeah. Like . . . right now, I want you to kneel over my face.”
“Sure . . . um, what?” I blinked.
“You heard me, woman.” He wagged his eyebrows at me. “Get that sweet pussy up here over me and brace yourself against the bedpost.”
My heartbeat quickened in anticipation as I crawled closer to Noah and flung one leg over him so that I straddled his chest. And then, carefully, I eased myself forward until I hovered just above his face.
