Page 38 of Hell and High Water

My legs are crossed, sitting in the middle of the floor. Then I’m rising, flowing into motion,moving to music that I can’t really hear. It thumps in my chest, to the beat of my heart, the rhythm of my breath. After moving through one of my favorite routines, I suddenly snap back with a soft gasp.

“You did it. You disconnected.”

“I did. I couldn’t even feel you next to me for a second. That was incredible.”

“Keep practicing. It really helps with everything.” Tell smirks.

Yeah. Like my whole life being one massive explosion of danger.

I look up into Tell’s eyes, staring at him for a time, losing myself in his gaze. “Hey, come back to me…” I notice the distance there, the far off look.

Immediately, he snaps back, the side of his mouth curling in a little smile.

“Now, where were we?” I slip my fingers into the band of his pants, tugging lightly. With a sharp intake of breath, he tethers his fingers into my hair, lunging for my lips.

The taste of him is glorious, the feel of his lips and tongue on mine…

Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m backing him toward the couch, unbuttoning his pants. He trips up, falling back onto the cushy seat, and I drag his pants down, his boxers along with them, revealing him in all his lean, muscular glory.

“I've needed this. I've needed you.” I moan, straddling him and kissing him once more.

“I've missed you too. Sitting by your bed was hell…”

“You were here?”

“Yes. Every chance I got. Holding your hand. Asking you to come back to us.”

“I’m here now… and I want to make you come for me.”

I slide down onto my knees, gripping the column of his mouth watering shaft in both hands. Dropping my mouth over the crown of that amazing manhood, I tease him with my tongue, savoring the feeling of his soft, supple skin in my mouth.

He groans as I do so, gripping the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair.

“Oh, my God. I want more, Hella.”

“Not yet. I’m not done. Let me take care of you,” I say, stroking him fully before dropping down over him, swallowing him to the hilt.

Then I go to work on him, gripping with one hand, working him up and down as I take him all the way to his balls, then sucking my way back up, pressing my tongue against him all the while, making him groan.

My other hand rakes along his thigh, raising goosebumps.

A hint of his sweet honey swells to the tip, and I lick it off, humming as I taste him. I can’t resist driving one hand down between my thighs as I take him into my throat again, slipping two fingers along my entrance, dragging them back to pinch the button of my sex.

I drive Tell deeper as I push my fingers into my entrance, arching my back in a rhythm, relaxing my gag reflex to take his dick as long and deep as I can before sliding back out.

Soon, he's slick and soaked, making my stroking fingers slip up and down rapidly, keeping him flexed and arching off the couch. His hands slip from my head, gripping the edge of the cushion, pushing down to drive himself again and again in sync with every gulp of his cock in my mouth.

I know he’s close, and I know he’s going to come hard and fast. I might just come with him at this rate.

“Oh, Hella, I’m gonna?—”

I nod, moaning my pleasure, begging him to let go.

His moaning increases to a loud cry as he throws his head back onto the back of the couch. Every buck of his hips drives his curved, magnificent length all the way down my throat, rough and hard. It’s everything I can do not to choke, but I love every second of it.

Even more so when he comes undone, shooting down my tongue, down my throat as I gulp down every ounce of him.

A small, shivering pre-climax flutters down my legs as I swallow, catching my breath.

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