Page 40 of Promise Me Never

“Strip.”

Nerves flutter through my belly suddenly. I’ve felt so confident right up to this moment. Instead of cowering, I reach down with shaking hands and pull my tank top over my head. He watches me intensely, hungering at every new inch of exposed skin. His erection looks borderline painful under his athletic shorts, but he ignores it. All his attention is locked on me.

I begin to unfasten my shorts and hook my fingers into the waistband of both them and my underwear, but he stops me.

“Leave your panties on. Those are for me to remove.”

I follow his directions, a desire to please him bubbling to the surface. It’s a strange feeling to experience because I generally get off on irritating him. My shorts fall to the floor at my feet, and I step out of them. I stand under his gaze as he looks down at me with wonder in his eyes.

“You are so beautiful, Eli.”

His fingers glide through my hair, gripping it at the roots and tilting my head back so he can slant his lips over mine. I part my lips, giving him entry. With one hand still fisted in my hair, he drags his knuckles up the center of my body. He veers off once he hits my sternum and pinches my nipples over the lace cup of my bra. I gasp against his mouth at the pleasure of the sting.

“Fuck, I love when you do that. It makes me want to dedicate myself to figuring out everything that makes you gasp and moan like that.”

He drops to his knees before me and slides both hands behind my back. He makes quick work of unclasping my bra but slowly peels it off of my shoulders. My nipples harden under the hunger of his gaze when the garment falls to the floor between us.

“So fucking perfect.”

He cups both of my breasts with his palms before closing his mouth over one. My fingers sink into his hair, pulling as he nips the hardened nub between his teeth. He presses a trail of kisses from the breast he just tasted to my other one. My head falls back as he circles it with his tongue, teasing and tormenting me.

“Take this off.” I pull at his shirt, and he obliges, reaching behind his neck and whipping it over his head.

I get how much he loves exploring my body as I run my hands down from his strong shoulders over his pecs and down to the plane of muscles that are his abs. That sexy fucking v of muscle that leads from his obliques to the thin line of dark hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his shorts.

He stands to his full height, towering over me by nearly a foot. The tip of his cock peeks out of the top of his pants. Just that little tease makes my mouth water for his dick in my mouth. Giving blow jobs is one of the most satisfying things I’ve ever done. Maybe it’s my deep people pleasing personality, but giving that pleasure gives me just as much in return.

I hook my fingers inside the waistband of his pants and begin to push them down. His hands grip mine.

“Not yet.”

“Please.” I’m not above begging. “I love sucking cock so much it’s almost selfish.” I look up at him, searching his eyes as he wars with himself. I don’t make a move though, not knowing how serious he was about stopping at any point if I said the word.

Then he drops his hands and gives me a nod of consent.

I sit down on the edge of my bed and drag his shorts down. His cock comes free with a bounce, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. I lean forward and flick my tongue over the tip. As I give his crown a few swirls, I grip him at his base and pump my hand over his length a few times. I’ve never sucked a dick this big before, but I’m up for the challenge.

I feel him jerk in my hand as I look up into his burning eyes and slide my mouth down his length. His muscles go taunt as I coax him toward climax with shallow strokes of my tongue under his shaft. Just teasing him, pulling him toward the edge, so I can enjoy his fall while I give him everything I’ve got.

He swears and grips my head when I open my throat and take him deeper. I gag around him and pull back a bit, only to repeat the movement. Over and over his cock hits deep in the back of my throat, and I feel myself nearly dripping when he begins to flex and give himself over to his own rhythm. I moan around him as he fucks my mouth, and he tries to push me off.

“I’m gonna come.”

I look up into his eyes and keep him deep inside me, bobbing my head at the same tempo that made him lose control.

“Fuck. Eli. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He comes with another shouted curse, the heat of his cum coating my throat. The veins traversing his abs protrude and pulse as he gasps through the aftershocks of his climax. “Goddamn, woman,” he murmurs as he pulls out. “Get up on that fucking bed.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. My pussy has never been wetter or achier than it is for him right now. He lays down beside me, his cock already hardening back up against my hip. As we kiss, his tongue explores the recesses of my mouth as if trying to discover its secrets.

I whimper when he runs his finger along my slit over my panties. Over and over again he teases me. When I reach down and grip his length, he breaks our kiss.

“I can feel how wet you are through your panties. Is this from sucking my cock?”

“Yes,” I answer quietly.

“You’re such a good girl. Do you know what this means?” He slides his finger under my panties and into my folds.

I shake my head and bite my lip as he slides a finger deep into my pussy.

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