his head, “You’re really something else.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” She grinned as she grabbed his belt and untied it.
“It was meant as one.” He groaned, trying to keep quiet as her fingers worked diligently on his jeans’
buttons. She pushed the pants down and his erection rose between them.
“Hello there. Long time no see.” She traced the tip with a shaky finger.
“Are you gonna suck me, baby?”
“That was the plan. Okay?”
He nodded, “Hell yeah. I wanna feel your mouth around me.”
Ah, he was talking dirty again. What a trouper! “Hang on and try to remain quiet!” She called out before bending down and licking his head in one long swipe.
His hands settled on the back of her head. “Fuck,” he breathed out.
She was only playing with him now, he thought as she tongued the slit and licked the pre-cum there, and he was already near the point of no-return. What was it with her? She popped up and he was hard.
She touched him briefly and he was nearly coming.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, hoping the fact he couldn’t see her would slow things down.
Except she was sucking in his head, the caress so sudden he felt his hips jerk up. “Hell.”
She moved back, his cock popping out of her mouth with a wet sound. “Shh, Kev!”
“Sorry,” he murmured, his eyes still closed. “Suck me, baby.”
“I was! I am!” Her fingers drifted down his length, pressing against his scrotum. His hands tightened around her hair and he brought her head down until she couldn’t do anything but take him back into her mouth.
Damn man was controlling her again, she thought as he pushed himself further inside her throat.
Feeling herself start to choke, she pressed her hands on the top of his thighs and felt her nails bite into his skin. He immediately let up and swore. “What the fuck?”
“I was gonna gag! Don’t ever do that again!”
“Oh.” He relented as he sat back down. “Sorry about that. I’m a bit anxious.”
“You think? Just sit back and enjoy, Kevin. I know what to do, don’t worry.”
“I know you do. You’ve sucked me once before, babe.”
“Then what’s your freaking problem?”
He looked down at her this time and sighed, “There is no problem.”
She beamed up at him. “Good.”
Making sure not to put his hands on her head, he closed his eyes once again and felt his body start to tense. Her mouth was running all over him, her fingers drawing patterns over his balls. Then she switched and suddenly she was sucking on his head, her right hand tightening around his base. Fuck, she knew what she was doing, that was for sure.
She was sex-personified these days. Oh, he’d screwed a few other women since the last time he’d been with her after that fateful supermarket encounter. But it never had been as good as when he was with her. She just knew what to do to get him into a state, where nothing else mattered than to push inside her and come. Hard.
He wanted to pound into her until she screamed his name, just like last time. But not here. Later, he promised himself. One day, he’d take her back to his place and let her play with his cache of toys. The thought spurred him on and before he knew it, he was coming in sharp jets into her mouth.
* * * *
“My turn.”
She blinked as he grabbed her arms and pulled her up. He sat her down in the seat beside him and immediately knelt on the carpeted floor.
“Kev?”
“Try to stay quiet, baby.” He smirked up at her as he repeated her words back to her.
“Very funny,” she muttered, her legs widening under the pressure of his torso.
He flicked her skirt up her thighs, a soft sigh resounding between them as he spied her wet folds.
“Lovely,” he said as he traced her slit with one agile finger.
Her hips bucked, “Please.”
“I’m gonna take my time, baby. Better get used to it.”
Take his time? What did that mean? She needed something here, damn
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