Page 52 of Not Quite Perfect

David hissed, and he tunneled his hands into my hair. I took my time licking and sucking, taking him deep and then teasing his crown with tiny flicks of my tongue. When his hips lifted off the floor again, I pulled his pants down his thighs, hollowed my cheeks, and took him deeper than I ever had before. My eyes watered, but I pushed past my discomfort. I'd never really enjoyed giving head before, but with David, it had quickly turned into my favorite part of foreplay. Maybe because he didn't make me feel like it was something Ihadto do, or maybe because he willingly returned the favor, but I routinely looked forward to the taste of him on my tongue.

David’s breathing grew increasingly labored, and I could tell he was getting close. With my hand circling the base of his cock, I licked a path from root to tip. Over and over again. On the next pass, I dropped even lower and sucked one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it gently around.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his fingers tangling in my hair as his back bowed. “If you keep doing that, I'm going to come.”

“That’s the idea.” I licked him again, dragging my tongue over the soft, smooth skin before taking him deep a second time.

Using my hands, lips, and tongue, I brought David to the brink of orgasm, and then with a final, strangled groan, he fisted his hands at his side, called my name, and gave himself over to the pleasure.

Wiping the last vestiges of him from my swollen lips, I slid up the length of his now-warm body and nuzzled into his embrace. “Well, I’m certainly not cold anymore,” I said, flattening my palm on his chest and feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart.

David pulled me in tighter and dropped a kiss to the top of my head. “Thank you for that.”

“You don't have to thank me,“ I answered, pushing up onto my elbows and staring down at him. “I love doing that for you.”

David's eyes took on a faraway, troubled look for a brief moment before he blinked it away.

“What?” I asked, worried that I’d inadvertently said something wrong.

His eyes flicked between mine for a beat, and then he blew out a breath. “Stacia hated it. She refused.”

At the mention of his ex-wife—a woman I was inordinately jealous of—a stabbing pain lanced through me. I breathed through it and tried not to let my envy show. I dropped my eyes to his chest where I traced a heart with the pad of my finger. “I don't understand how anyone could deny you anything, especially when it's something you enjoy so much.”

Seriously, helovedit when I gave him head. That was probably another reason why I was always so excited to do it.

David pressed his knuckle under my chin and lifted my face. “But you like it, too?”

He hadn't even touched me yet, but when he did, he'd find me slick and ready. Seeing to his pleasure, hearing him come with my name on his lips, was the most potent aphrodisiac I knew. Knowing that it was me who reduced him to a boneless pile of flesh conjured an acute awareness of my body that was almost primal in its power. I'd never experienced anything like it before.

Wordlessly, I pushed up to my feet and guided my pants down my thighs. Once discarded, I wrapped my arms around my middle, grabbed ahold of the hem of my sweatshirt, and tugged it off over my head, baring my naked body. The room was freezing, but I didn’t feel a thing. Not with the heat from David’s hungry gaze roaming my curves, warming me from head to toe.

Slowly, I lowered myself down … down … down … until I hovered over him, my knees planted on the rug on either side of his hips. Then, taking his cock in hand, I rubbed it through my slick folds, coating him with the evidence of my arousal. With each pass over my clit, he grew thicker and harder until he was velvet steel in my palm.

“I always enjoy it,” I whispered, guiding him to my entrance and sinking down, taking him into my body.

David groaned, his eyes flashing with something I couldn’t name, and then his hands found my hips. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, levering himself into a seated position to take my nipple into his mouth. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

“Me neither,” I answered, my head dropping back as sensation cascaded over me. It shouldn’t have been possible, but every time we came together was better than the time before. I was his. David owned me, body and soul. “I love you … so, so much,” I breathed out, looking down into fiery cobalt eyes that were locked on mine.

He banded his arms around my middle, his palm resting on the flat of my back, as he guided me toward my orgasm. “Come for me, baby.”

I chased my orgasm, but it was just out of reach, taunting me, hovering in the distance. David wouldn’t come until I did, but the more I concentrated on my release, the further it retreated. My limbs trembling and my body slick with sweat, I rode him harder, all signs of finesse vanished.

David found my eyes again. “It’s okay; I got you.”

I screwed my eyes shut and concentrated on the feel of his dick moving in and out of me, but it was no use. “I can’t get there,” I admitted with defeat. “You go.”

“Look at me.”

My eyes popped open. In my race to the finish, I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them. Now, I found David staring up at me, his face suffused with so much love and desire that it nearly took my breath away.

“Just relax, baby. I got you.” He slowed our pace, his hips rocking into me with measured strokes.

I twined my arms around his neck and let him guide our lovemaking, let him lead me back to that place where our bodies were in sync and our breaths flowed in and out in perfect harmony. He brushed my hair back from my face and kissed me tenderly, making love to my mouth the same way he was making love to my body. Like there was nowhere else he’d rather be. Like we had all the time in the world.

My heart tripped, and I fell again.

And I kept on falling as my orgasm hit, a feeling so intense and so overwhelming that my body shook and tears leaked out the corner of my eyes.

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