Page 145 of Rewind It Back

He was always fantastic at giving affirmations, so it’s not surprising to hear them. The guy could hardly go through his normal everyday life without praising me for something. But it’s been so long since I’ve heard it, I almost forgot what it felt like to glow under his encouragement.

As a reward, I push my skirt down over my hips to let him see a peek of my matching white panties.

“Fuck me, Hal. Take that skirt all the way off. I want to watch how wet you get when you put my cock down your throat.”

And so I do as I’m told, slipping my skirt down over my thighs and past my knees, before tossing it to join the rest of our discarded clothes.

Running my hands over his stomach, I toy with the waistband of his boxer briefs, watching his muscles bunch in anticipation. Rio keeps running his hand over my hair, moving it out of the way as he waits.

Bracing my hands on his thick thighs, I lean in and press my lips to the bulge in front of me, right over his boxer briefs.

He hums in approval. “Tease.”

I can’t help but smile at that because I have about six years of teasing to do. He wants to savor tonight? Oh, we can savor it all right.

Fingers slipping into his waistband, I pull them down only an inch, letting the tip of his cock slip out.

I lightly kiss that too.

“Fuck, Hallie.”

The torture in his tone sounds like music to my ears so I decide to twirl my tongue over the head and see what kinds of noises I can earn from that.

It’s the most desperate whimper I’ve ever heard.

“Are you punishing me, baby?”

I look up, put on my most innocent expression, and nod.

“Fair.” His chest is moving rapidly with ragged breaths. “I’ll happily take this punishment.”

Pulling his briefs down another inch, I flick the underside of his crown with my tongue.

His legs are already trembling. His abdomen muscles are already spasming. The hold he has on my hair gives my scalp a delicious burn.

“I should warn you, Hallie, there’s a good chance that I’m going to come in your mouth as soon as you wrap your lips around me. It’s been too long.”

I smile against him, swirling my tongue around the head again.

“You want me to come too quickly, don’t you? You want to see how fucking weak I am when it comes to you?”

Nodding, I kiss a path down his cock.

I’d just like to remind him, is all. That regardless of what he’s done with anyone else over the last six years, I was his first and I fully plan on being his last. That even though I had no idea what I was doing the first time, I learned how to give a proper blow job by giving them to him. I, better than anyone, know what he likes. I learned his tells. I learned his sounds.

And I haven’t forgotten any of it.

I pull his briefs down the rest of the way, letting his cock spring free in front of me. He’s as blessed as I remember him being and though I was recently reminded of his size when I saw him fucking his fist in the shower, it’s a whole different reminder when you’re on your knees, trying to remember how you’re going to breathe when he fills your mouth.

I tease him by licking a slow path up his shaft, circling the tip with my tongue before wrapping my lips around him and gliding them down until his crown hits the back of my throat.

“Goddamn,” he breathes like a sigh of relief, fingers tightening in my hair. “That’s it.”

Pulling back, I use my lips to stroke him, twisting my hand on the remainder of his shaft. I continue to work him in my mouth, quickly finding a familiar rhythm.

His breathing is labored, coming out in short spurts.

“So much.” He loses his words for a second. “So much better than I’ve been imagining.”

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