Page 47 of An Engagement Pact

His face contorts very briefly. He reaches up to cup my face. He’s saying a lot more with his expression, but all he says with his voice is, “Good.”

We breathe through the moment before we get going again. Then he slides his hands down to my hips to hold them in place as I ride him.

I’m in control of the rhythm like this, and I don’t even mind the responsibility. I move exactly as I want, and it evidently works for Dan because he pumps his hips into my motion with shamelessly earnest grunts and moans.

It doesn’t take me long before I’m coming again, freezing in place before I shake through an intense climax. This time Dan doesn’t hold back. He bucks up into my clenching body uninhibitedly until he’s groaning and jerking through his own pleasure.

I feel the spurts of his release inside me, and I collapse forward on him afterward, my body softening deliciously and still twitching with aftershocks.

He slips out of me in the new position. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tightly, breathing just as raggedly as I am.

And I wonder if this is what it feels like.

To love someone.

For real.

Maybe it feels helpless and naked and clingy and trusting.

And safe.

I’ve never experienced anything like it, but maybe I’ve never really been in love before.

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THE NEXT MORNING ATabout nine thirty I’m sucking on a mouthful of warm, firm Dan.

I’m honestly not sure what’s gotten into me, but when I woke up a half hour earlier, Dan was already awake and lying beside me in bed, casually reading his phone. I got up to go to the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth while I was there. Then I got back in bed, took Dan’s phone out of his hand to place on the nightstand, and started to kiss my way down his body.

So here I am—giving him what has become a very intense blow job.

He’s definitely appreciating it, if the tension in his body and his enthusiastic vocal responses are any indication.

Oral sex has never been one of my favorite activities—either giving it or receiving it. With Rick, it was always in response to his guilting me to go down on him and a kind of token reciprocation when he returned me the favor.

I know how to do it okay. I’ve just never really enjoyed it.

But that’s clearly because I’ve never done it for Dan before. It’s impossible not to be blown away by his sincere, affectionate appreciation for the pleasure I’m giving him.

And I’m definitely giving him pleasure. The muscles in his abdomen and thighs are so tense they’re shaking, and he can’t seem to hold back a lot of loud moans and gasps as I hollow out my cheeks and rhythmically bob my head over him.

I’ve been holding on to one of his hips as I work and using the other to stabilize his shaft so I can suck, but now I move my hand from his hip to gently massage his balls.

He lets out a helpless exclamation and uses his grip on my head to pull me off his erection as his body jerks.

I squeeze him through his release, and he comes in several spurts on my chin and neck.

It’s a little startling because I wasn’t expecting it so soon, but I love how much he got into it and how obviously he enjoyed it.

His skin is flush and slightly damp, and his long limbs are relaxing with a delicious softness as he gazes up at me. “Damn,” he breathes.

I giggle and use a stray edge of sheet to wipe the ejaculate off me. “So I guess I did okay with it.”

“Okay?Okay?That was mind-blowing. Thank you so much, Vicky.” He reaches over to cup my cheek with one hand. “I can’t remember when I’ve had a better morning.”

“It was pretty good for me too.” Now that I’m done, I’m kind of jittery and embarrassed—for no reason I can understand—so I start to climb off the bed and use the excuse of the bathroom for a little time to clear my head.

“Hey!” he objects, reaching to hold one of my forearms. “You’re taking off before I can do you too.”

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