Page 45 of Slow Burn (The Boston Beauties)

‘Always and forever.’ He kissed my neck, and I dipped my hand under the elastic of his boxer shorts to grip him as he let out an audible breath.

He had only ever let me touch him once, the last time we made out, the time I told him I needed to go away with Matt. I’d been hoping that he would have made love to me that day, but despite my efforts, he stuck to his guns and his ultimatum.

At the time, he would only ever let me give him a hand job and rub myself over him. Even though I really wanted to, he never let me suck him off. But tonight, I wasn’t letting him restrict me. If I hadn’t been on my dreaded period, I would have made love to him all night too.

‘Jessa,’ he moaned my name as I stroked him, kissing me and trying to pull away from me.

‘No,’ I protested, tightening my grip on him.

He raised his eyebrows at me, standing over me. ‘No?’ he laughed, questioning me.

‘You are going to let me please you tonight,’ I demanded.

This caused an even bigger laugh from him, ‘Oh baby, you can do whatever you want to me tonight, tomorrow night and for the rest of our lives.’ He sat at the end of the bed and bent over. ‘But first I need to take my shoes off so I can fully get out of my jeans.’

I reluctantly let go of his cock as he sat on the bed, taking off his shoes, pants and peeling his boxers off so he was completely naked when he turned back to me and helped me to the top of the bed. ‘And now I’m going to take all your clothing, except your panties off, and explore this new body of yours.’

He hovered over me, his heavy cock hanging between his legs, begging for my attention as he was unbuttoning my shorts and kissing my legs as he slid the shorts off me slowly then tossed them on the floor, looking down to my plain black cotton undies.

‘What were you expecting?’ I teased.

‘I was half hoping you were lying about your period.’

I took in a deep breath, ‘I wish…’

He kissed his way back up my legs, not skipping any part, and up to my stomach, lifting up my shirt as he made his way up to my bra. I arched my back and he slid the shirt up over my head, then admired my bra, running a hand over my stomach, down my hips, across my thighs and cupped my ass.

‘Wow, you really changed,’ he said, admiring me. ‘Not that you had to, but damn, you look so different.’

‘You like it?’

He squeezed my ass. ‘As long as you keep this, we are all good.’ He bent over, kissing my breast through my bra, while freeing the other one with his hand, pinching my nipple as he settled between my thighs and rubbed himself up against me.

I reached down and took him in my hand again, slowly stroking him, pushing him off me, and making him roll on to his back.

I straddled him as he unclasped my bra and tossed it to the floor to meet the rest of our clothing. He cupped my breasts in his hands. ‘Get your fill now,’ I told him, ‘they will be gone next time you see me.’

‘Really?’ he asked me a bit surprised.

‘Why, do you want me to keep them?’

He shook his head, ‘I much prefer the feel of the real thing.’

I laughed, leaning down to kiss his chest and abs. ‘Likely, there won't be much to feel at all.’

He ran his hands over my ass, and it was all the reassurance I needed to be confident in my decision to get my implants out in a few months. There was just one more task I needed to do before that happened.

But tonight, my only mission was to please this sexy man I finally had lying completely naked on my bed. I was confident that he hadn’t been with anyone since ending things with Lisa. She was a hiccup that I was trying to move past. I should have been secure in what we had, he did refer to me tonight as his girlfriend.

I kissed my way down his hard sculpted body, resting at his belly button to look up at his gorgeous face that was looking back to me in awe. I had only ever seen him like this one other time. But the sight was enough to fill my spank bank a dozen times over and had done me well over the months. But now I had the real thing and I intended to take full advantage of having him at my disposal and replaying all the pleasure he’d given me, both in person and in my thoughts.

I kissed his abs, slowly moving down, kissing the outside of his groin, teasing him and prolonging the anticipation as long as I could without taking it too far. I was happy to see that he subscribed to manscaping and kept himself neat and tidy.

I took his balls in my hand gently and kissed the top of his shaft, looking up to him, seeing his mouth open and his eyes roll back as I dragged my tongue down his pulsing base, over his sack then back up again before taking him in my mouth fully, swirling my tongue around him as I took him deeper.

He let out a moan when I sucked him, withdrawing to his tip, flicking him with my tongue. I massaged his base with one hand, his balls with the other. He propped himself up on his elbows, ‘Fuck…’ he held my hair out of my face to get a better look and his breath caught when I repeated the move. ‘Where the fuck did you learn how to give head like this?’

I didn't answer him, I couldn’t as my mouth was full of his cock and I didn't want to stop. I just continued to work him with my mouth and my hand, inching him in farther and deeper each time until I was able to take him to the back of my throat. I had seen it done online, I had even read tips on how to do it, but I was sure people who wrote those tips didn’t have Drew’s large member to work with. It was much harder in practice than it was in theory—pun intended.

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