Page 17 of Not Safe for Work
“No, god no. I think he imagined himself in mine.”
“Ohhhh, fuck that’s hot.”
“You think so?”
“Fuck yes,” he said.
Then just to illustrate, his hand sped up on his swollen dick.
His head went back, as if this were the sexiest thing in the world.
And it was. It was. Her own voice was dark with desire when she asked a question she never thought she could possibly ask: “You like thinking about sucking his cock?”
“As much as I like thinking about licking your clit.”
“And when I went to my knees . . .”
“Holy shit, just imagining him fucking my mouth.”
“Oh Jesus, that’s the second hottest thing ever.”
“What’s the first? Talk to me about the first.”
“You telling me about it. Telling me you want it,” she said.
Then he leaned in to tell her more. He breathed hot words against her lips, hand now frantic on his bursting cock. “Ohhhhh man, you’re sexy. I knew, I knew as soon as I met you that you’d be hot like this, horny like this. Fuck I’m going to come,” he gasped. And in return she gave him the same enthusiasm.
She tumbled over into her orgasm, gasping and moaning as she did. Partly at the thought of all of this—of things she hadn’t even known she wanted until right now—but mostly because of him. Because of his hand covering hers as she went over, those eyes on her the whole time. First passionate and full of desire, but then more than that. There was exhilaration in the gaze he hit her with, and she understood what it was for.
She understood because she felt it, too.
The floodgates were open.
Now, anything was possible.
