rested on his shoulders. Or with those talented fingers of his. “I didn’t mean to suggest that other orgasm wasn’t perfectly fine.”
“Ah, but you stated that as fact. Very specifically and clearly. That’s why I stopped before you came.”
She stared at him, trying to make sense of that last declaration. “So I wouldn’t climax the wrong way?”
“Exactly,” he said.
No, there was no sense to be had here. Just irritation and more irritation. “Then what was the point of getting me excited?”
“I like the noises you make?” He said it as a question, telegraphing his attitude. He was toying with her. Who was this idiot, anyway? Why had she chosen him out of all the men available here?
Just then he rose out of the water and sat on the edge of the tub, and the prime reason for giving him the benefit of the doubt became apparent. He was aroused: his thick cock stood straight out from his torso. Most likely the other men here had the same impressive dimensions, and most likely they could become erect nearly at will. But this one had created a hunger in her, especially in her sex. She’d felt all that hardness moving inside her, and she could have that again. Besides, maybe she could do something to wipe that smirk from his face. Yes, indeed, she could.
“Let’s see if you make funny noises, too.” She climbed into the tub and sidled over to him. Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, she smiled up at him. “Mind if I play with this for a while?”
“Be my guest.” He was still smirking. They’d see about that.
He was truly magnificent, not just large but nicely proportioned, including the ridge that circled the head. Where to begin? She took him between her palms and petted his length. As she did, he watched, the smile never leaving his face. But his eyes took on the hazy look of a man becoming highly excited.
“You look absolutely delicious,” she said.
“Do I?”
“Oh my, yes.” She ran her tongue around the head of his cock and flicked it over the pucker. She’d imagined him tasting like honey before, but now she got more of a citrus tang. Probably from the oil he’d used to massage her. It still coated much of her body and filled the air around them with its perfume.
Craving more, she closed her lips around him and sucked on him like a lollipop. Just the head filled most of her mouth, and she slid her lips lower, taking as much as she could.
He groaned. The first noise. She’d have more.
She lifted her head, releasing him. “Feeling good?”
“Oh, man.” He pulled in a breath and groaned again. “You know how to do that.”
Although she hadn’t had any complaints, she’d never considered herself an expert at giving head. A compliment from a professional gave her a warm feeling inside. Feminine pride. So she continued, swallowing as much of his cock as she could while stroking the rest with her fingers.
His harsh breathing bounced off the tiles, filling her ears with proof of his need for her. Bobbing her head, she set a steady rhythm. His fingers brushed her cheek, pushing her hair back from her face. She took a moment to glance up at him and discovered him staring back out of half-closed eyes, watching as she loved his cock with her mouth. She was giving him his own personal erotic movie, and his flesh had turned the livid color of a man about to lose control. A taste of salt testified to how close he’d come to orgasm. Totally amazing.
Very carefully, she feathered the fingers of one hand over his sac and found the sensitive skin just behind as she took the head of his cock between her lips.
“Holy shit,” he said. That was a pretty nice noise, too.
“Should I finish you?”
“That wouldn’t do you any good, would it?”
He had a point. While she’d enjoy watching him climax, taking a ride on him would feel so much better. “Got a condom?”
“They’re everywhere.” He reached to a basket of soaps and sponges and retrieved a square packet.
She took it
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