Page 109 of Promise Me Nothing
“I’m close,” he says, bringing me out of my own haze. I look back at him and see his eyes are glazed, that his neck is flushed, and goose bumps pebble his shoulders. He breathes out a puff of air as I squeeze him just a bit tighter. “Fuck, I’m so close.”
I let go of him, my sudden desire to see him overwhelming my mind. His eyes widen as I pull back, his expression uncertain as I pull him up so he’s standing, then nudge him so he leans back on the edge of the hot tub.
My eyes look away from his, drop to the hard shaft that looks like it’s throbbing between his legs. I reach out and take it in my hand, stroking him up and down.
“Hannah, what are you…”
But before he can finish, I press my face forward and wrap my mouth around him.
“Fuck,” he cries out, and I know a neighbor had to have heard him. “Shit, Hannah.”
His words spur me on as I explore, doing something I’d never really thought about before, my mouth and lips sucking and licking, my tongue tracing along the ridges of his dick.
I feel a hand rest against the top of my head, fingers slipping between my locks of hair and pulling tight.
“Just like that,” he says, his eyes locked on mine as I bob against him. “Use your hand, too.”
I grip the part of him that I can’t fit in my mouth, squeeze and stroke, trying to keep a good rhythm. My only indicator of whether or not he’s enjoying it is the expression on his face, his mouth slightly open, his eyes closed, then open, then closed again, like it feels so good he can’t hold them open.
I’m mesmerized as his head falls back, a deep groan emerging from between his lips that I hope to spend hours upon hours recreating for as long as possible.
“I’m coming,” he pants out, and I pull back, continuing to stroke him as he pumps in spurts onto my chest.
I can’t help but smile at his expression, somewhere between dazed and surprised and grateful. A beautiful mix of satisfaction that I was able to put on his face.
When he finishes pulsing into my hand, he drops down into the water and pulls me into him, my bare chest against his, and wraps his arms around me, ignoring the stickiness between us. He presses his face into the crook of my neck, kissing and sucking on the skin, almost like it’s soothing to him to lap at my body.
Eventually, he takes a deep breath and shudders, the last of his orgasm leaving his body in a final wave.
I lean back slightly, loving the look on his face. The most blissed out expression I’ve ever seen from him, a man who normally has such tense features. Except, it seems, when he’s around me.
“That was amazing,” he says, kissing me softly on the lips, and I preen under his praise.
His hand drifts down between us, but I grip his fingers, shaking my head.
“That was just for you,” I say. “I don’t believe in tit for tat with sex. We do things because we want to. Not because we think we should.”
His brow furrows. “That’s not what I was doing, Hannah. Seeing you come on Saturday night?” He leans forward so our mouths are just a breath away from each other. “God, it was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. And your pussy…”
I giggle.
Wyatt smirks. “What?”
But I shake my head. “It’s just a funny word. Sorry.”
He chuckles and tucks me in against him. “Your vagina? Should I call it your vagina and be super anatomically correct?”
I continue to laugh in his arms. “No. I just… wasn’t expecting you to talk about going down on me.”
“Going down on your love rug?”
“Ewwwww, no! No, no, absolutely not. I’ll take pussy over love rug. Who says that?”
Wyatt lifts a shoulder. “I saw it on a YouTube video when I was in high school. Haven’t actually thought about that in a while.”
Both of us sink into the water, Wyatt tuckinh himself back into his shorts, and then we sit back against the jets again.
“You’d beshockedat some of the words people use.”
