Whitney lowers herself, holding my stare. She leans forward, palms flat on my floor, and I feel my cock jerk. Her breasts point down, those red tips tight, and that little bit of stomach she’s so worried about looks like an enticing handful, creating a delicious crease where it meets her curved hip. If only she knew how badly I want to lick her there, to trace her insecurities with my tongue.
“Slowly,” I demand as she starts to crawl.
“Is this good?” Her voice is breathless yet strong. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
“You look like a fucking goddess.”
The corner of her mouth quirks into a smirk.
She reaches my feet and runs her palms up my jeans-covered shins. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
Watching her, I lift my hips in offering. She doesn’t waste any time curling her fingers beneath the band at my hips and yanking them off along with my shorts. My hard cock bobs with the movement and rests against my stomach.
Her gaze fixes on my lap as she releases a strangled sound. “Do you know how to use that thing?”
I sputter a laugh. Wrapping a fist around the shaft, I give myself a slow jerk. Precum beads at the tip. “Come closer and find out.”
She shifts on her knees until she’s between my thighs. I cock my left leg at the knee. Picking up her wrist delicately with my free hand, I wrap her fingers around my other one, where I continue to stroke myself. As we reach the tip, she swipes her thumb over the liquid at the tip and sucks it into her mouth.
Fucking hell.
I slip my hand from beneath hers and fist it against my thigh. She makes me feral with need. The way I want to bury my fingers in her hair and thrust up into her throat when she hasn’t even licked me yet is insane. It’s greedy. And it’s not lost on me that I haven’t felt this way around anybody but her.
All thoughts fly from my mind when she presses her lips against the tip in an open-mouth kiss. Her tongue flickers in the space between her lips. My head falls backward, eyes rolling back as a groan tears up my throat.
“Are you playing with me?”
“Payback is a bitch, they say.” She swirls her tongue around the head peeking out above her firm fist.
I raise an eyebrow despite the sweat gathering along my hairline. “Did you not enjoy it?”
“I fucking loved it.” She sucks on the top like she’s savoring an ice cream cone. “I’m repaying the favor, and I must say, the buildup was the best part.”
With her eyes locked on mine, she finally pushes the first inch in her mouth, just past her teeth. I reach forward and swipe her hair from the side of her face and over her other shoulder so it’s out of the way. I don’t want anything in my view as I watch her take my cock down her throat.
“Such a good girl,” I praise, stroking the side of her neck. I wrap my thumb around the front and feel her pulse thundering beneath my fingertips. “Can you go a little deeper?”
My thigh bunches tight as she complies. Another inch slips inside her wet mouth. Her tongue dances along the side of my length and swirls over the top in a dizzying pattern.
“Fuck. Just like that, pretty girl. Take a little more for me.”
She pauses and then pulls off. My jaw falls open as the cool air hits the saliva on my cock.
Her fist works over the parts she hasn’t reached, but it isn’t enough. I grit my teeth as she toys with the tip.
“You’re just begging for a hard fucking after this, aren’t you?”
Her pupils blow wide in the orange glow of the fire. “I might be.” Stroke up. Stroke down. “I think the only one about to beg right now is you.”
A feral growl rips from my chest. “Take me in your mouth,please,I need to fuck that throat.”
A high-pitched sigh falls from her lips before she silences it with my cock. She wraps her pouty mouth around me and plunges me to the back of her throat. She gags, and I slip my fingers into the hair at the crown of her head, pulling her up a couple of inches.
“Are you good?”
She nods and moans her assent, beginning a rhythmic bob.
Holding her head steady, I thrust my hips up until I touch the back of her throat, and she flexes the muscles with a swallow.