Page 160 of Wait For It

“Please.”

“Fuck,” I groaned through gritted teeth, before nodding. “Okay.”

How in the hell was I supposed to argue with that?

“Lean back.” She reached into the waistband and freed my cock before continuing her slow and steady strokes. Her eyes glimmered with excitement like I was giving her something, not the other way around.

I couldn’t look away from her. When she leaned in to press a gentle kiss to the tip, I had to dig my hands into the back of the couch.

Fuck.

No one had ever handled me with such care. With such love.

Ari slicked her tongue over the same area, before rocking back on her knees to pant, “I’m not going to ask if I’m doing it right. I know I am.”

With that, she fisted the base of my cock, wrapping her lips around the crown with a low moan.

“Christ,” I ground out, before pulling her off. “What do you mean, ‘you know you are?’ Were you practicing on someone?”

Her tongue swept over a bead of moisture on the tip. “Not exactly.”

“Explain.”

“Well…” She slowly worked her fist up and down my shaft. “Let’s just say my trip was very educational. There were the sex shows in Amsterdam…”

I opened my mouth, prepared to ask something along the lines of,what the fuck?Only, Ari chose that moment to introduce my cock to the back of her throat, and I ended up spouting off a string of nonsense.

She leaned back with a smirk. “Oh, and Kanamara Matsuri in Kawasaki. It’s an entire festival centered around a Japanese legend involving a steel phallus.”

“What—” I shuddered and lost my train of thought when she took me all the way again. Her nose was pressed against the hairs on my lower abdomen. “Jesus Christ.”

Ari lifted off me and casually ran the back of her hand across her mouth. “But, by far, the most intellectual experience we had was in Finland, during the Kutemajrvi Sex Festival. They even had professional lectures.”

Struggling with the tattered remains of my impulse control, I held her shoulders back and begged, “Wait—just give me a second to think! Did Georgia know you were sneaking off to do this?”

“Whose idea do you think it was. She said Morgan and I needed to experience sex without the religious stipulations. Plus, we had the security team with us, so we were all safe. Any more questions, or can I continue?”

I didn’t remember providing a response, but I must have because she took me in her mouth again, pinning my wrists against the cushion. It was a nonverbal nod as to who was in charge.

Her.

Completely. One hundred percent. Her.

A jolt of desperation shot down my spine when her throat contracted around my cock, pushing me closer to mindlessness.

Not yet.

Ari watched me through shimmering eyes, and my fists shook with the need to touch her, to wipe her tears. Instead, I kept my arms at my sides, finding beauty in the vulnerability.

Mine, not hers.

She was perfect. So damned perfect.

Her grip on my right wrist loosened and she slipped her hand under the jersey. I clenched my jaw, trying to prolong the inevitable, but knowing she was touching herself while I was deep in her mouth was too much.

“Baby,” I groaned, fast approaching the point of no return and not wanting to finish in her mouth. “You gotta stop. I’m gonna come.”

Instead of pulling back, she took me deeper until it felt as if fireworks might shoot out of my skull. I was convinced I was close to death because no blow job had ever felt like this. When her tongue caressed over the ridge of my cock, I was a goner. I pressed the base of my palms to my eyes and surrendered with a roar.

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