“I am too! I just brighten my blonde.”
“That doesn’t bother me either.” I couldn’t begin to rein in my smirk.
“But it might smell. I’m not…”
“Baby, I want to taste you.”
Her expression altered from heated to one of fear. The fear had me pulling back.
“When did you last shower?”
“This morning.”
“Then we’re good.” I nipped at her sensitive flesh on the inside of her thigh and watched her carefully. She chewed on the corner of her lip. “What is it?”
“It’s just, no one’s ever done that. Ben said—”
“Stop. I don’t want to hear anything else about that guy. Especially when I’m inches from tasting you. But you mean to say, I’m going to be the first one to do this?” She nodded, and I grinned, elated with this bit of news.
“Then watch closely, baby.” I dipped the tip of my tongue into her slick folds, and she gasped. Her fists clasped the throw on each side of her hips. And then I went to work, licking and working my way back and forth. Listening for her gasps. Paying close attention to how she directed my head. As I zeroed in on her most precious nub, I caught her eye. Mouth opened, in ecstasy, she also appeared…worried.
“Baby, I love the way you taste.”
I slipped one finger, then a second, and played her as well as I used to play my guitar. She moaned, wriggled, and chanted. Her body quivered. Those unidentifiable chants transitioned to “oh, god, oh god,” and I kissed her thigh then climbed my way back up her body. I wanted to toss the throw. I resented the intrusion. But instead of ripping it off, I undid her bra clasp then sent the bra flying. My palm fell flat on her belly, and my fingers pulled inward, subtly shifting the covering.
“Don’t.”
“I want to feel you against me.”
She dropped her gaze and reached for my belt buckle. I watched as she worked the leather and undid the buckle then, snap by snap, undid my pants and shoved them down. My erect cock sprang free, and she fucking licked her lips.
Her tongue darted out to taste the glistening liquid on the tip of my cock, and I sucked in a breath as my fantasy reel played out. She wrapped those luscious lips around my cock and bobbed her head. I placed my palm on the back of her head, lightly, and massaged her shoulder with my other hand, luxuriating in the most amazing sensations. She massaged my balls, and I opened my eyes to focus on a distant wall to prevent exploding in her mouth.
“Do you want to come in my mouth or my pussy?”
Black and white spots filled the room for a moment, and I wasn’t sure if she’d really said that or if I dreamed it.
“Mouth or pussy?” she repeated as her grip on my cock tightened at the base, and she slid her top hand up and down, over the tender tip. Her breasts swayed with the movement, and I had to focus on the framed poster, breathing in to ease the pressure in my groin.
“We’re. Not. Having sex. This afternoon.” It took an extraordinary degree of effort to get the words out. Her hand stilled. “When we make love, it’s going to be when I can hold you all night.”
Her mouth resumed its work, and then her teeth grazed my tip, and the base of my spine tightened. I gently tugged on her hair. “Babe, I’m going to come.”
She dove down hard, deep throating me. My tip hit the back of her throat, and I exploded. She choked and pulled back as white cum spilled out of her mouth and spurt after spurt coated her face and dripped down her neck to her breasts.
“Oh, fuck. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” The muscles in my legs shook. From the base of my spine to deep in my core, my body relaxed, spent.
While she looked sexy as fuck with my cum all over her, that was not my intention. With a groan, I forced myself up and to the kitchen for a paper towel or dishcloth.
“I really didn’t mean to come in your mouth. When I tell you I’m going to come, you’ve got to pull back. You deep throated me, and fuck, that was sexy as hell but—”
“It’s okay.” I cleaned her up and kissed those soft, fabulous, sensuous lips. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss on my bare stomach. After throwing the dirty paper towels away, I found my place again on the sofa and pulled her against me. Her soft breasts pressed against me, skin on skin, except for the blanket between us, hiding her belly. And I kissed her, again and again. Soft and slow.
“Can we stay here all afternoon?” I asked as I fondled her breasts, my thumb tweaking her nipple, back and forth.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?”
I kissed her shoulder. “It does. You do. If I didn’t have visitors, I’d stay here all night. You couldn’t get rid of me.”
“What’d you leave them doing?”
“When I left, they were in the hot tub. Lauren insisted on coming down to check out my new place, but I think she’s already bored. I’m flying them back in the morning. Taking them to dinner tonight.” I wrapped a finger around a strand of hair. “Are you available tomorrow night?”
“For sex?” She rolled onto her back, and I took a nipple in my mouth, circling it with my tongue. My dick twitched, threatening to reawaken.
“To make love. If that’s the first time someone’s gone down on you, I suspect there are other things I can show you.” I reached beneath the blanket, exploring her thigh, working my way up. She pressed down, holding the blanket firmly in place. “What’s with this?”
“It’s just…you know.”
“No, I don’t.” I really didn’t.
“You don’t want to see all my jiggly parts.”
“Oh. I beg to disagree.” Her hold on the
