Page 133 of Give My Everything
I tug his boxers and jeans down in one go, freeing his shaft, my hand gripping it hard and giving it a firm stroke.
“I know I don’t have to,” I reply, and then I slide him into my mouth all at once. No teasing. No taunting. Just wet heat I know will drive him fucking crazy.
His head falls back and his eyes close. I pull him out then lower my mouth to suck on his balls while I pump him. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, his hands going to my hair, gripping me as he slowly begins to rock his hips.
“I don’t have to,” I say again, trailing my tongue along his length. “I’m doing it because Iwantto.”
I stroke him firmly, lifting my hand to play with his sac, to twist and tug as I thrust my hand up and down, my hand slick from my spit.
“Because Ineedto.”
“Need to what?” he asks, looking down at me, dazed and half out of his mind.
“Need to feel you come down my throat.”
He lets out a tortured moan, his eyes slamming shut like he can’t handle it as I suck him back into my mouth, adding pressure with my tongue and gripping his ass with my fingernails. He comes within minutes, his hands tight in my hair, his hips pumping against my face.
I swallow him down, making sure I work him all the way through it until I see him jolt from sensitivity.
“Fuck.”
It’s all he says as he slumps slightly, dropping down into his desk chair bare-bottomed.
Grinning, I stand, loving the look of absolutely sated exhaustion on his face.
I step over to him and press a kiss to his forehead, and then his nose, and then his lips. Before I can pull away, his hand comes up and holds the back of my head, his mouth opening, his tongue coming out to twist with mine.
“Is that what I taste like?” he asks me.
I giggle, realizing this might be the first time a guy has ever asked me something like that.
He pulls me back down and continues to kiss me, lifting me up so I’m straddling him on his desk chair.
“We’re gonna break the chair,” I say, not wanting to move as he kisses my neck and sucks on my skin.
“We’re not.”
“It doesn’t feel sturdy.”
He keeps kissing me, his hands holding my face and then working down to my hips before sliding between my legs. I let out something between a moan and a squeak when his fingers shift my shorts to the side and rub against my center.
“How long have you been this wet for me?” he asks, sliding a single digit inside. “Since you proposed shower sex?”
I shake my head.
“Earlier?”
I shake it again.
“When?”
“I’m always this wet for you. When I think about you, when I’m near you, when I wish you were inside me. I’m…oh my god.”
My words get cut off as he slides in a second finger then hooks them to the side, finding that spongy place inside me that makes me feel like all my bones are melting out of my body, leaving me in a puddle of emotions and pleasure.
“Guess what, Remmy?”
I shift my hips, rocking desperately against his hand.
