Her tongue came out again and she licked along his seam, easy, curious strokes up, then down. Michael’s hand covered hers, tightening her grip, guiding her up and down. She opened her mouth wide and took one side of him in her mouth, rolling it over her tongue, savoring it. Then she repeated the process upon the other. Her unengaged hand had come down; her thumb pressed lightly, making little circles on the skin just below.
Michael had never felt anything like it. It was insane. It was beautiful. And the best part? She was loving every minute of it.
“Damn, Maggie. Suck my cock, please.” His voice was strained from the tight controls he’d placed on himself. But if she didn’t take him in her mouth soon he was going to lose them all.
He felt her smile against him, taking great pleasure in his response to her ministrations. Maggie released his balls from her mouth, giving them each one last long, loving lick. Immediately her hand replaced it, keeping him warm. He loved the way she held him, took care of him. It was incredibly arousing to be constantly fondled and sucked at the same time while she was working him. Clearly the woman had natural, intuitive skills.
She rose up on her knees. He could feel the rock-hard tips of her nipples through the flannel. He wanted her naked, wanted to feel her bare skin against the insides of his thighs, but he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her touch for even the few seconds it would take to pull the shirt over her head. Instead, he grabbed the shirt and wrenched it apart, sending buttons flying across the room.
Her hand was still around him, firmer now, more confident. Maggie was a quick learner. In no time at all the tip was glistening again. Michael groaned when he saw the hungry smile on her face as she spotted it.
All at once, her mouth descended upon him. She sucked him tentatively, letting her tongue swirl around him.
“Ah, baby,” he gasped. “That’s it. Just like that, just like that.” She suckled him for a while, experimenting with hard pulls and tender strokes of her tongue, monitoring his response by the quickness of his ragged breaths and the way he rippled beneath her.
“More,” he pleaded, pushing down on her head as his hips rocked. Her hand dropped down to the base and she took more of him, her head bobbing in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.
It was too good, too fucking good, watching himself disappear in her sweet mouth, over and over again. Her tongue was wicked, swirling; she pressed the underside against him, mimicking the sensation of being all the way inside her.
“Relax your throat,” he rasped, feeling his control slipping away as the sweat covered his body. “Take me deeper, Maggie.”
She did. She tilted her head and opened for him and he was able to slide in deep enough to feel the back of her throat. Tiny, careful movements – he didn’t want to overwhelm her - sent colored lights bursting behind his eyes; his balls began to tingle with the warnings of his rising seed. He pulled back and she clamped down around him with her lips, sucking hard.
“Fuck!” he cried out, grasping her head. “Maggie, stop. It’s too good, baby. You’re going to make me come.”
She didn’t stop, the defiant little wench. She sucked him harder, dropping down over his shaft and taking him deep again, snuggling her body closer against the inside of his legs. “Baby, stop, please. I’m going to come in that mouth – that sweet fucking mouth...”
One hand continued to stroke in time with her pulls, the other stopped fondling to give a gentle tug, followed by a light squeeze.
He couldn’t stop it now, it was coming, he was coming, and it was going to be hard and fast. Afraid that she might not take well to that, he tried to pull back, but she fought him. The first jet hit the back of her throat and she swallowed. The second hit the roof of her mouth as he held her head in place while he retracted his hips. The third covered her lips. Still she struggled against him, reaching greedily for more.
“Maggie...” He moaned her name in agony, in ecstasy. When he finally released her, shuddering as he fell back, she took him in her mouth again, more gently this time, and cleaned him from base to tip.
He reached down and pulled her onto him. She curled up onto his chest as he held her tightly, afraid to let go for even a moment, because she was the only thing anchoring him at that moment. His mind, his heart, his soul were soaring somewhere far away, but Maggie would hold onto him, help him find his way back.
So beautiful, he thought later, as he stared upon her face. Like an angel. An angel who only a short time earlier had taken him well beyond anything he’d ever experienced. It wasn’t the act itself that had awed him. It was the selflessness, the way she had completely given herself over to pleasing him. He felt not just her hands and mouth, but the love and need she had for him, and it was his undoing.
There were no words he could speak, nothing he could say that could remotely begin to express what he felt in his heart at that moment. He knew only that without a doubt, he would never, ever let her go.
Chapter Fifteen