Page 15 of Midsummer Masquerade
My breathing growseven moreerratic. I’m torn between wanting to watch him get himself off and wanting to take him into my mouth and have him lose control.
I swallow hard, desperate to taste him, and I push myself up. “I want you to sit back.”
He smirks and moves into a sitting position, spreading his legs, fist still wrapped around his very impressive cock.
Fucking hell.
“Now what?” he asks.
I move in front of him and drop to my knees, my hands sliding up his muscled thighs.
“Now it’s my turn. Relax and keep your hands off.”
He quirks an eyebrow, releasing himself and stretching his arms along the back of the sofa.
“Anything you say, sweet cheeks.”
I lower my head and flick out my tongue, gliding it along the length of his shaft, taking my time.
“Are you planning to torture me with that sweet tongue of yours?” His voice is deep and sexy as hell.
Pulling back, my eyes meet his, and I smile. “Maybe.”
He throws his head back and laughs, the corded muscles along his neck flexing.I want to lick every inch of this man.
And then, as if to prove my point, I slowly trace his hard length with my tongue and circle the tip, loving his salty essence.
“My turn to have some fun,” I say with a wink.
Chapter 9
Tobias
She’ll be the death of me.
I should have known her mouth and that tongue would have the power to destroy me, because fuck, yeah.
Slow and steady is clearly her motto, to the point I’m white-knuckling the back of the cushions to keep from reaching out and guiding her to give me more.
But this is her dance, and I’m going to let her lead, at least for now.
Wrapping her hand around my shaft, she strokes up and down, all while licking and teasing the head of my cock. I swear, every time I think she’s about to take me in her mouth properly, she continues to fucking tease me. I jerk in anticipation, my hips moving of their own accord.
But it’s when she spits into her palm to increase her movement along with the pleasure her mouth is delivering, that is the sweetest torture.
“Fuck yeah! Look at you on your knees for me, teasing me with that dirty little mouth of yours. I bet you’re dripping.”
I love the way her pupils dilate and her breathing grows heavier when I talk dirty to her.
Then she fucking goes and takes it up a notch as she gives my testicles some attention.
The delicate flicking of her tongue, followed by those delectable lips with her ever-so-gentle kisses and sucking, are driving me insane.
I wonder if she’ll make me shoot my load before she’s even fully taken me into her mouth.
She continues this sweet torture for what feels like an eternity, but it’s probably only minutes. Finally, she takes me in deeper, her strokes becoming faster with added pressure, and the pleasure builds with her perfect rhythm.
Somehow, she seems to know what my body wants, what it craves. I’m used to telling women exactly what I want. I’m not one to shy away from being vocal, yet here I am at her complete mercy.
