Page 68 of The Path to Loving Him
“Okay,” she repeats and then lowers her body between my legs. She spreads my knees and starts kissing her way up my thigh, right between my legs. Her breath is heavy on my erection, her touch fucking teasing. She lowers her mouth just above the head and flicks her tongue out, licking the under part . . . only once, and she pulls away.
“Fuck,” I mutter as she smooths her hands over my thighs.
“Your turn.” She smirks.
Is that how this is going to be?
When she waits for me to ask a question, I realize it is, which means this is going to be really fucking painful.
“Favorite food,” I ask.
“Besides your dick?” She leans forward and licks up my length, causing a hiss to erupt out of me.
“Fuck . . . yes, besides that.”
She smirks and says, “Pancakes.”
I take her by the hand and pull her back up to my lap where she sits, her arousal coming very close to my cock that’s stretched up my stomach at the moment.
“Stay here,” I say as I lightly drag my fingers up her chest and then circle them around her breasts. “Banana pancakes?” I ask as I make figure eights with my fingers, never coming close to her nipples.
Her head tilts back as she says, “Any kind.”
When she sighs, I pull away, returning the same kind of torture.
She smirks down at me and then asks, “Favorite position.”
“Sex or baseball?”
She smiles. “Baseball.”
“Any position,” I answer. “Love them all. They all are important in their own way.”
“Mm, love that answer,” she says as she reaches between us and grips my cock, then drags her other hand up my chest and starts playing with my nipple, flicking it and plucking at it.
It feels fucking phenomenal.
So good that my cock pulses against her grip.
“Yes,” I say as my head falls back and my hips lift, looking for friction, but she doesn’t reward me with any. “Uhhhhh, fuck. More.”
She releases me and says, “Your turn.”
My body spikes with need as I try to gather myself and think of something quick that I can ask her so she can return to what she was doing.
“Favorite . . . uh . . .”
She smirks. “Is your mind really blanking?”
“All the blood in my body is pooling in one area at the moment. I have very little brainpower.”
She chuckles and leans forward, pressing kisses against my throat as her nipples rub against my chest.
“Not . . . fucking . . . helping,” I say as I tilt my head to the side.
“Fight through it. Ask me a question.”
As she drags her tongue down to my chest, I quickly think of something. “Favorite color.”
