Page 50 of The Path to Loving Him
Looking me dead in the eyes, he says, “I need you fucking quiet, got it?”
I nod, only for him to drop down, spread my legs over his shoulders, and bring his mouth to my center.
“Oh fuck,” I say as his tongue makes a long, languid stroke right up my slit.
He pauses and looks up at me. “I said fucking quiet. Do it again, and we’re done.”
I seal my lips tight and nod.
Then he disappears between my legs again, and it’s the best feeling ever.
The scruff on his jaw rubs against my inner thighs while his tongue laps at me, driving against my clit. He tugs on me, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter, then spreads me wider. He brings his hand up my stomach and right to my breast, his palm brushing against my hard nipple.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Play with me.”
His dexterous fingers find my nipple, and he starts rolling it. Tugging ever so slightly, he brings me to pleasure so fast that I almost feel embarrassed.
It should not be this easy. I should not get worked up this fast, but oh my God, with what he’s doing between my legs and the way he’s playing with my breasts, I can’t stop myself.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “I’m close.”
He pulls away for a moment. “Already?”
I nod, feeling my breaths grow heavy.
“Then I need to slow down.”
I shake my head. “No, please don’t.”
But he doesn’t listen. He stands and tears off his shirt. I take a moment to appreciate his chest and all the muscular divots. He’s so fit with his bulky arms and thick forearms . . . and those hands. God, I fucking love his hands. Large, thick, and ready to take charge when you give him permission.
Weapons.
Those hands have created chaos in the past.
So goddamn sexy that I want him to create chaos now.
From his back pocket, he takes out his wallet and then snags a condom. Thank God for that. He then pushes his pants and briefs down, revealing his perfect cock.
Yes, perfect.
It has just enough girth not to be too intimidating but to stretch me out and fill me up. His incredible length hits me ina spot no other man has. And it’s beautiful. Mouth-watering. So delicious that I find myself sliding off the counter and right beneath him where I cup his balls, then drag my tongue all the way up his length.
He lets out a low, drugged hiss as his hand connects with my face, his thumb passing over my cheek.
“I love your cock,” I say right before I take it into my mouth and pump him with my hand. In tandem, I suck and squeeze, working his length all the way down to the bottom and then back up.
I roll his balls in my hand, playing with the seam of his scrotum.
And when I pull off him and look up, I see just how lost he gets in my touch.
It’s empowering.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” he says as he encourages me to take him in my mouth again, which I do. I take him all the way to the back of my throat, then gag, so he can feel the way his cock controls me. He lets out a low groan and thrusts to the back of my throat. My eyes water, but I let him do it one more time before I pull away. I flatten my tongue and lick him up to the tip, then down to his balls where I run the tip of my tongue along his seam. I flick at his balls, teasing him, edging him.
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles right before I work my way back up to his tip. I suck him in, only to the head. I swirl my tongue around and around.
I’m loving the way his chest muscles fire off. How his thighs squeeze tightly. And how his hand sifts through my hair, as if I’m the lifeline he needs.
