She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her lacy panties and shoved them off. Then she took every bit of knowledge she’d gleaned from romance novels years before and sank to her knees, spreading her legs wide. It was a vulnerable position, but it did something for her. It made her feel incredibly sexy to open herself physically to him.
He moved in front of her and his hand came down to tip her chin up. “I dreamed about this every single night.”
“Beck,” she started.
He shook his head. “Sorry. That was the last of it. You are gorgeous and I’m going to be so proud to show you off tomorrow. Are you going to have a problem walking around the club showing off how gorgeous you are?”
“I would have said yes, but I feel pretty good right now.”
“I intend to make you feel fabulous.” His hands went to his hips. “I think you should undress your Dom.”
There was nothing she wanted more than to see him in all his glory. She felt a deep sense of power as she reached up and began to slowly drag the pajama bottoms down. He wasn’t wearing boxers so his cock sprung free quickly, and she was reminded how thick it was, how it barely fit in her hand, and how it would make her jaw ache the tiniest bit when she deep throated him. She helped him out of the pajamas and settled back. “You’re still gorgeous, Beck.”
“Touch me. God, I’m going to die if you don’t touch me,” he said, his voice deep.
She sighed and reached for his cock. He smelled like soap and that delicious musky scent that let her know he hadn’t lied. He really was ready to go off, and she hadn’t touched him yet. It wouldn’t matter. They had these hours to do whatever they liked, and she intended to spend them with her hands on him. He’d said he wanted to relearn her? She would do the same. She would caress every inch of his skin, kiss every scar, make memories for when they were apart again.
His cock was still lovely and the moment she touched him, a thousand memories shot through her of all the nights they’d lain together. She’d missed this so much, and yet she hadn’t been able to bring herself to have this level of intimacy with anyone else. He was the only one for her.
“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you? You know I won’t rush you so you’re going to make me ache for it.” He said it with a smile on his face.
But hadn’t they both ached enough? She took him in one hand and gave him a long, slow stroke. Breath rattled out of his body, and she watched a shudder run through him. Pleasure? Or relief? He looked like a man whose longing had finally been realized. Like he knew he would finally get what he needed.
Her.
His hand found the top of her head, and slowly he tangled his fingers in her hair, getting a gentle grip. “You know I can come and still take care of you a few minutes later. I promise.”
She knew. He would take care of her one way or another, and there was nothing she wanted more than for Beck to use his hands and mouth to throw her over the edge before he sank his cock inside. “You should tell me what you want me to do in great detail. Like I said, it’s been a while for me, and I might not remember clearly.”
It was a lie, but a playful one. She remembered every moment with him, knew exactly how he liked to have his cock sucked, but she wanted to hear him.
His eyes were narrowed as he tugged on her hair, urging her forward. “I want you to put that gorgeous mouth of yours on my cock. I want you to use your tongue to make me crazy. I want you to cup my balls and suck my dick until I can’t see straight, until the only thing in the world that matters is how soft and hot your mouth is around me.”
She leaned forward and licked at his cock, thrilling in the way it jumped at her touch. She sucked him lightly behind her lips, giving the head of his cock a brief twirl of her tongue before releasing him again.
“Oh, that’s good. That’s so freaking good,” Beck breathed.
She gripped the base of his cock and leaned forward again, giving him exactly what he wanted. She licked every inch of his cock, paying particular attention to the super sensitive underside of the cockhead. There she flattened her tongue and caressed that bit of skin while sucking gently.
“I knew you were going to kill me.” Every word out of his mouth was accompanied with a panting breath.
She settled in to the job at hand, sucking and stroking and reveling in the power she had over him. She might be in the submissive position, but she had the power right now. It would be an exchange because she got the idea once he’d come in her mouth, once she’d swallowed him down and he could breathe again, he would take the power right back and she would be the one shaking and begging.
“That’s it. Just a little more,” he said as his hips started to pump.
She sucked him deeper with each pass of her mouth, rolling her tongue around him as best she could. When she gave him the barest hint of her teeth, he hissed, and she felt his balls draw up tight against him as he began to fill her mouth.
She drank him down, her heart thrumming in her chest and every inch of her skin feeling alive as he softened in her mouth.
She sat back, licking her lips as she looked up at him.
It wasn’t more than a second before he was lifting her up and lightly tossing
