Page 89 of Suck This

She pulled back and my hands went to her ass, squeezing lightly as I let my fingers dip between the divide of her cheeks.

Her pupils dilated.

I left them exactly where they were, though, not moving an inch as I waited for her to reply.

“Everything’s more sensitive.” She licked her lips. “I can see you, even though it’s dark. You taste better, too.” She stopped. “And you smell.”

My lips quirked. “Bad?”

She shook her head, and her hair fell even more free of the very loose bun at the top of her head.

I took one of my hands from her ass and yanked the hair tie out, causing her to gasp.

Her hair surrounded us, filling the air with the smell of apples, and clenched her ass cheeks.

The hand still on her ass tightened, and she pushed down, allowing the line of my cock to dig in to the sensitive skin of her now bare pussy.

Her very wet pussy.

“No.” She shook her head, the soft strands of her hair tickling my naked chest. “It’s a good smell. So dark and masculine.” She moaned and dropped her lips once again to explore, this time the large expanse of my chest.

I let go of her completely to grab hold of the headboard above my head, my hands squeezing so tight that I heard something groan in protest.

“Spicy and yummy,” she murmured.

Then her lips were trailing down my breastbone. The moment she got to the line of my nipples, she changed direction and made a beeline for one.

“What about you?” she pushed.

I jerked the moment her mouth closed over the tight bud.

Hell, I hadn’t realized that I was all that sensitive, or at least I hadn’t been for other women. For Acadia, well, anything was possible. Even coming like a boy barely out of his adolescence.

And when she switched to the other nipple while her hand moved down the length of my belly, trailing her fingers along the line of hair that continued straight to the thatch of hair between my legs, I nearly came off the bed.

Just a brush of those sweet fingers along the base of my cock had me slamming my eyes closed and my arms straining to take control.

I couldn’t say why I wasn’t taking control. Maybe it was to give her this opportunity since I so rarely gave it. Or maybe it was due to the fact that I didn’t want her to be overwhelmed with all the new sights, smells, and tastes.

Regardless, what she was giving to me right now was a gift.

A torturous gift, but a gift nonetheless.

She trailed the tips of her fingers along the column, teasing and playing as she continued to work her mouth on my nipples. She sucked, flicked, circled. Hell, she had as much skill, if not more, than me.

The dual sensations of her fingers on my cock, paired with her lips and tongue on my nipples, was enough to drive me to the breaking point.

And then her hand finally closed around my cock, and I lost it.

Or would have had she not scrambled down between my legs, ripping my underwear from my body just like I’d done to her minutes before, and swallowed me.

I came off the bed as my body bowed, my cock trying to tunnel deeper into her mouth at the same time that I struggled to gain control.

But she was having none of that.

The moment I came back to the bed, her hand went to my balls, and she cupped them.

Rolling them around in her hand, tugging gently, she started to work me faster.

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