Page 13 of Captivated By You

“I need to see those eyes.”

I’d made a mistake by blindfolding her. It was usually my preference when a woman sucked me off, but Ethel’s eyes were too pretty, too mesmerizing, to hide.

I tugged off the tie, and she blinked a few times, then gazed up at me, her pupils blown, eyes wide and filled with the kind of honesty that was hard to come by.

Groaning, I thrust my hips, setting a rhythm that she handled to perfection. And that was what she was.

Perfection.

A goddess.

My ruination, a place I’d gladly live for all eternity.

Okay, maybe my thoughts were a bit too flowery, but damn, she sucked cock better than any woman I’d ever been with. The exact amount of suction, saliva, moaning. A man liked to think the woman was having a good time, enjoying the giving of pleasure as much as he relished receiving it.

“Ethel” wasn’t faking, either. I could tell a fake from the real thing. The entire time, she kept her eyes on mine as I plundered her over and over, my hips setting a pace that meant I’d come long before I’d had my fill.

Still, we had all night.

Unlike my approaching climax.

“Shit. Blink if you don’t want me to come down your throat.”

Her eyes stared, and she hollowed her cheeks.

I exploded, the strength of the orgasm tearing through me.

“God. Jesus. Fuuuuccckkkk.”

My knees buckled, and I tightened my grip in her hair, an anchor to help keep me on my feet. And still I kept coming. And she kept swallowing, those amber eyes locked on mine as she took everything I had to give her.

My cock slipped out with a pop, and she smiled up at me, all sultry and mussed from where I’d riffled through her blonde locks. A blob of my cum rested at the corner of her mouth. I brushed it away with my thumb, then made her suck that, too.

“You taste like the sea, but there’s a hint of scotch in there, Ant. Guess we are what we eat and drink.”

Helping her to her feet, I unfastened the belt and tossed it to one side. “In that case, I’m about to drink gin from your cunt.”

I captured her around the waist and threw her onto my bed, crawling after her while she burst into a fit of giggles. Iadoreda woman who laughed during sex. It should be fun. If it wasn’t, then you were doing it wrong.

I held her thighs wide with my palms. She glistened, her body primed and oh-so ready. I gazed for a few seconds, admiring the view. And then I licked her seam, tasting her unique flavor. No gin, only sweet, delicious pussy. She gasped and buried her hands in my hair. The more I devoured her, the harder she tugged until I felt as if my hair was coming out at the roots. Not that I gave a shit. It’d grow back.

“Shit, oh God, oh, Ant. You’re killing me. There. Right there. Don’t stop.”

More plus points for a woman who’d already scored close to full marks. I loved that she was giving me instructions, telling me what turned her on, what she craved more of, less of. I read body language well enough, but there was no substitute for a woman telling you straight up what she liked in between the sheets. Took the guesswork out of it.

“So close. Christ.”

Her hips came off the bed, undulating as she rode my face. I sucked on her clit and she came. Loudly. Good thing we weren’t in a hotel. The staff would have called the police, given the decibel level of her scream.

“Holy hell, Ant. You should write an instruction manual for hapless men who can’t find a clit with a fucking map. You’d make a fortune.”

I burst out laughing and flopped onto the bed, pulling her on top of me. Tucking her hair behind her ears, I rose up and kissed her. “You’re good for my ego.”

“And you’re a great stress reliever.”

She rubbed against my semi. “Need a minute?”

“Yeah.”

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