Page 126 of The Perfect Love

Trevor’s gotten better about not questioning me if I’m sure, and I’m grateful, because I’m not questioning a thing about this. It’s been so long since I’ve done this, but I love it. I love taking control and owning a man’s body.Myman.

His hands are all over me as I kiss down his neck and then his chest, but they freeze in place when I hit his stomach and keep going lower.

I look up to see him biting his bottom lip as he watches me.

I add an extra flair of confidence to my smile.

In understanding, he nods, then runs his fingers through my hair as my mouth dips lower and I stroke his thick cock.

Am I nervous?

Just a smidge.

But I’m giving those nerves a big middle finger and focusing on my man.

My stomach whirls with anticipation as I settle between his legs and run my hands up his thighs. Then I pause to look at him and memorize his face. His pupils blown out with lust. The dusting of pink on his cheeks. The way his lips are parted like he can’t get enough of seeing me like this.

Then I lean down and run my tongue up the bottom of his shaft. I lick the salty precum off his tip and my stomach warms. Everything else floats away. I’d forgotten what it’s like to connect with someone like this. I’ve missed it. The power of controlling someone else’s pleasure—making them feel good. And the head rush of doing it with the guy I love? It’s unlike anything else I’ve experienced.

His scent surrounds me as I lick and tease him, making his already thick cock even harder. His gasps and groans make me wild, and I can’t hold back.

I breathe in through my nose, relax my throat, then take him as deep as I can.

“Oh, fuck. Chels. God, baby. You feel so good. I can’t—ah. Can’t handle how good you look swallowing my cock like that.”

I wrap one hand around the base, and with my other, I massage his balls.

His groan is immediate and so rough and gravelly it takes everything in me not to hump the mattress.

But this is for him. I want to show him how special he makes me feel by giving him a mind-blowing orgasm.

After teasing him a bit more, I hollow my cheeks, sucking and slurping on his cock like it’s my last meal. More of his precum dribbles into my mouth, and it sets me on fire. I want to taste all of him.

He gently plays with my hair, and I know he’s holding back for my comfort, and I appreciate it. I hope I can get back to a place ofbeing a little more rough, but since I went for this without much discussion first, I’m grateful he’s not pushing those boundaries. Not that I’m surprised.

I squeeze his balls a little harder, and when they grow tighter in my hand, I know he’s close.

I take him as deep as I can, almost gagging in the process, and his raspy moan sends me too close to the edge. I don’t know if I can come without being touched, but I might find out.

Picking up my pace, I take him as deep as I can, working the rest of him with my hand.

“Holy shit. Chels. I’m close.”

I keep going. Suck a little harder. Move a little faster.

“Babe, if you don’t want to choke on my cum, pull off.”

But I don’t. I look up at him from under my lashes just in time to see his face twist with pleasure. His eyes roll back, his mouth falls open, and the groan he lets out as he comes is sinful.

I swallow every drop and pull off him, licking my lips.

Sitting back on my heels, I take him in. He’s limp against the bed, arm thrown over his face as he breathes heavily.

I lie down next to him, and bury my face in his neck, still riding the high of making him feel that good.

Trevor’s hand curls into my hair, and then his face is next to mine. He stares at me a moment, then his lips find mine for a toe-curling kiss. My whole body is flushed and warm, and I am… desperate. I’m desperate for him. For his touch. Anything he’ll give me.

But then he pulls back and I almost pout.