Page 59 of Harbor (The Wanderers 3)

“Nope. Not this time. Blow jobs are very intimate. And totally up to you. Never suck a man’s cock unless it’s something you really feel like doing. Never feel obligated.”

She kept her gaze on his erection as it bobbed and grew harder. She increased the pressure she had on him, thrusting up and down.

Dario set a hand on her bare shoulder.

When she glanced at his face, he was watching her eyes, not her hand, not his erection. His thumb grazed her shoulder. So soft and gentle even though he had to be tense inside.

“I want you to come on my hand,” she whispered.

He gave a slight nod. “Not going to be able to prevent it if you keep doing that.”

She lowered her face to watch again, mesmerized by the power she had. She’d never thought much about her having the power where sex was involved, but she definitely did now. He was all but dropping to his knees.

Suddenly, he leaned back farther, set his palms on the mattress, and groaned. Moments later, white streams of his orgasm squirted out in long rows, landing on his stomach and running down her hand. It was a heady experience she’d never expected.

“Thank you,” she whispered as she gradually eased up on the pressure she had on his shaft.

He was breathing heavily but managed to chuckle. “I’m pretty sure I should be thanking you.” He grabbed the bottom corner of her towel and wiped her hand before using it to swipe at his stomach too. “That’s not exactly how I saw this night going.”

“How did you see it going?” she asked, honestly curious for him to paint a picture.

“First of all, I had intended to keep my clothes on so you wouldn’t feel pressured or overwhelmed. We blew that out of the water.”

She gave him a coy grin. “It made me feel less intimidated.”

“I see that. I also didn’t expect to come, and frankly, I’m unnerved to have orgasmed before you.”

She flinched. “You say that as if me reaching orgasm would have been a given.”

His hands slid up her arms, rubbing her biceps. “I hope so. I hope you can relax enough to let me take you there.”

She swallowed. “Don’t put that kind of pressure on me.” She gripped the damn towel once again as if it were a lifeline.

He lifted her chin with a finger. “No pressure, sweetheart. Promise. Did you orgasm with the partners you had years ago?”

She cringed. “No.”

“They weren’t very good partners then.”

She rolled her eyes. “Or maybe the woman they were fucking isn’t meant to orgasm.”

Dario stiffened. “Well, it’s not uncommon for women to be unable to orgasm during sex, but they should have taken care of you beforehand.”

She looked away, not wanting to continue this line of discussion. “Sure has been hot out lately. Do you think it might rain soon? We could use the water.”

Dario chuckled. “Your deflection isn’t going to work on me.” He leaned in and nuzzled behind her ear. “Did you make yourself come in the bathtub, sweetheart?”

She licked her lips. “No.”

“Really?” He leaned back to meet her gaze again. “I assumed…”

“You’re doing a lot of assuming tonight.”

“Apparently. You’ve been here more than two weeks, and I know we haven’t left you alone long enough at any given time for you to find your release, so you must be close to self-combustion.”

She squeezed her eyes closed. “Dario…”

“Talk to me.”

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