“I’d rather do it,” he said. “Every day.”
It was the closest thing to a commitment I’d ever heard, and I wasn’t picky. I groaned as my head fell back.
He took my clothes off piece by piece until I stood bare and wanting in the middle of the motel room. We jumped onto the bed together, forgetting who was telling who what to do. It wasn’t nearly so much a power struggle as it was a joining. We both wanted this, so what was the use of pretending to fight? He didn’t have to order me to do anything; he only had to ask.
I tasted his body, salt and musk, down his arm and when I got to his hand, I sucked a finger into my mouth. Almost like I was avoiding the good parts, but I wasn’t. I was making up for lost time with the rest of him, all the Colin that I’d taken for granted. I’d never paid nearly enough attention to his forearm, with the banded muscles and soft hair. Or his hands, with their rough calluses and scarred knuckles. I kissed them, one for every hurt.
He was half reclined on the bed as if he couldn’t make up his mind whether to lie back and let me or sit up and take over. I loved that I’d made him like this, indecisive and eager. I moved sideways to the pale skin of his hip. That soft patch of skin that’s not quite his ass or his front, so soft. The softest part of him.
No, that definitely wasn’t true. I moved inland, to an even softer place. A soft lick along the shaft of his cock, right in the middle, another neglected spot.
His body jerked. “Fuck.”
He reached for me, ready to turn me over. Probably to lick me and make me come as he had that night. I wanted it, but I wanted this more.
“Please,” I begged. “I want to make you feel good.”
“That does make me feel good.”
We froze for a second in an awkward tableau, each of us reared up off the bed, ready to pleasure each other but being denied.
I laughed. “We can do it at the same time.”
He laughed too, as if we’d reinvented the sixty-nine position. Silly us for not thinking of it sooner. This had all been done before, but it was new to us.
He rested back on the bed, and I clambered above him. It took a minute, arranging my legs, bumping his nose with my knee, not suffocating him, and I giggled. Laughing during sex—it felt strange but exhilarating.
Then he clamped his hands around my thighs and licked me long and slow, and I wasn’t laughing anymore. He looked different from this angle, all upside down, with his cock pointing at me. I walked my hands down his body until I reached it. I put my mouth to the tip, a chaste kiss.
He sucked on my clit, and my body answered with an involuntary suck. He groaned and then licked me faster, sucked me hard. It made me wild, and I just attacked his cock, just messed it all up with my lips and my face and my saliva. It was dirty but not shameful. Sexy but not scary.
We sucked on each other, taking pleasure and giving it back. The bliss of his mouth on me was only heightened by the taste of his cock in my mouth.
But he’d hit a rhythm, licking my clit, and he put two fingers inside me. I couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t possibly think about sucking or stroking when I was so close. I left my mouth closed around him, letting the heat and the wetness and the vibrations of my moans do what they could for him. My hips rocked, and I tried, tried to hold them still, but even then I was shaking with the effort. It wouldn’t last. I couldn’t take it.
He stopped for just a minute, and I almost screamed. “Ride me,” he said. “Do it.”
Fuck, yes, I did. I was so close already. His tongue found my clit again, and I rode it mindlessly, letting my body sway and roll and find its release so it could take me with it. And it did. I came. I came on his mouth and tried so hard not to bite down, but that was all I could think.
The pulse of his cock in my mouth was what aroused me from my stupor. I gave him one last, hard suck, swallowing the saliva that I’d left there as I came. It should have been gross, I should have been embarrassed, but it was just how I’d pleased him. I’d made him feel good and him me, and there was nothing at all gross or embarrassing about that.
I rolled off him, because as much as I wanted to keep sucking him and make him come, I couldn’t even sit up. He didn’t need me to sit, thank God, and he turned me over onto my stomach. I started to pull my legs under me, to prop myself up so he could take me from behind, but he stopped me. Instead he slipped between my legs, barely spread far enough to cradle his hips.