Page 70 of Yours To Take
“You might want to get more comfortable.”
Blake shifts the pillows around, giving me a better angle.
“Go slow. And you can stop anytime you want.”
“I know the safe word,” I tell him. My voice is strong. I want my own taste of Blake.
Stroking my cheek, Blake moves his cock closer to my lips. It’s bigger this close up.
“Wait.”
“You okay?” He pulls back immediately.
“Whipped cream.”
“We don’t have to do that this time, Gem.”
“Blake, I want to. Let me. Please.”
“Okay.” Grabbing the container, Blake holds it out to me. It’s awkward with my hands still tied together, but I coat my fingers and then take his dick in hand.
“Shit,” Blake hisses.
“Is this okay?”
“Yeah.” The muscles in his neck are strained. “I’ll tell you if I don’t like anything, but I guarantee you I’ll like whatever you do.”
Blake’s dick twitches as I spread the cool cream along his velvety length. It’s hard and soft at the same time.
And I love seeing just how hard I make him.
Me.
Gemma Winchester.
I guide him closer to my lips, taking a tentative lick.
“Like that.” Blake’s voice is gravelly.
My still-tied hands hold the base of his dick as I guide him into my mouth, taking the head in. It’s a weird sensation, but I’m more than eager.
Each circle of my tongue has me taking a bit more in. The sweetness and salt are exploding on my tongue together. It’s a heady sensation.
I try to take more of him, but gag slightly and pull back.
“You okay?” Blake strokes my chin.
I nod, taking a breath before taking him back in my mouth. I don’t take him all the way to the back of my throat, but greedily suck as much of him as I can. Seeing how worked up Blake is keeps me going. Licking. Sucking. Enjoying the feel of his heavy cock on my tongue.
“Shit. Stop.”
“What’s wrong?” I pull off him completely. I know my skills in this area are lacking, but I thought I was doing a good job.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
“Oh.” It’s hard to fight the smile that spreads across my face as Blake grabs the condom from the nightstand and rolls it on.
Taking my hands in his, Blake guides me back into the center of the bed and settles over me. Lining himself up, he sinks inside, inch by inch. I’m still dripping after my last release. It lets me take him just a bit easier than last time. There’s still the bite of pain, but not as bad as last time.
