“Where are you going?” he asked, rather nervously.
“Back in a minute,” I called, as I wandered into the bathroom. I rooted through my toiletry bag trying to find a hair-tie.
“Caro!” he yelled. “What the fuck?”
“Are you getting impatient, Sebastian?”
He swore again and I heard him tug on the headboard, making it creak ominously.
I strolled back into the bedroom, pulling my hair into a ponytail. “Couldn’t see what I was doing,” I explained.
“There’s going to be payback for this, Venzi,” he said, his eyes dark and amused.
“Bring it on, Chief.”
I knelt back on the bed and ran my hands over his fabulous chest, enjoying the smooth tautness of his pecs, every ripple of his abs, and washboard stomach. I took his dog tags in my mouth and sucked hard.
He closed his eyes, and breathed in deeply.
I smiled to myself. I was enjoying having him at my mercy – I suspected he was, too. Well, it was more than a suspicion: I had the evidence to prove it. Yes, about that evidence…
I kissed, nipped, bit, licked and sucked my way downwards. I must have found a ticklish spot, because his hips bucked uncontrollably and he swore again.
“Sebastian, your language!”
I ran my tongue down his full length, and gently held his balls in my teeth. His body was rigid, and I think he stopped breathing. I released him carefully, and heard the breath rush out of his lungs. I felt the urge to laugh, but thought better of it. I held his erection at right angles to his body, and leaned down. I planted a soft kiss on the tip, feeling his body quiver, and then I took him in my mouth, all of him, all the way up and all the way down. I used my tongue, teeth and lips to give him sensation in as many different ways as possible.
His skin was soft and silky to the touch, his erection hot, hard and delicious. I massaged his thighs and balls as I rode up and down him with my mouth.
He flexed his hips upwards, and moaned softly. That was my cue to increase the pressure and ramp up the speed.
I felt so turned on having him in my complete power. I’d never done anything like this before in my life, and I’d lied to Sebastian when I’d told him I’d dreamed about doing it. But there was something about his honesty and openness that made me feel strong and almost fearless. It was me giving him pleasure and making him writhe underneath me, not some nubile twenty-year old. Forty, and with fewer inhibitions: it wasn’t a bad place to be.
With a feeling akin to triumph, I felt him come in my mouth as he cried out my name. I swallowed quickly, aware of the warm, salty fluid in the back of my throat. Really don’t want that going down the wrong way.
I sat up, feeling a little stiffness in my neck and shoulders. Oh, well, it was worth it.
His eyes were still closed and his breathing was rapid. I watched him for a moment, then leaned over to the bedside table and drank some of the water that he’d left there last night.
I glanced at my phone to see the time, wondering if he’d regain the power of speech anytime soon.
I lay back on the bed and cuddled up on his chest, pulling the duvet over us.
“Jeez, Caro! That was… that was… wow!” He paused. “Are you going to untie me now?”
I shook my head sleepily. “Don’t think so. I like having you as my beck-and-call boy.”
He chuckled lightly, then rattled the headboard again. “Seriously, I want to hold you.”
Grumbling quietly, I untied his arms and he flexed his hands. He worked the fingers a little, which made me wonder if I hadn’t tied him a little too tightly. Oh well, live and learn.
“Where did you teach yourself to do that?” he said, teasingly, once I’d settled back on his chest.
“Night school,” I said, with a yawn.
He laughed and kissed my shoulder. “Is it my turn now?”
“I thought you wanted to take me on a road trip.”
“Yeah,” he said, a salacious gleam in his eye. “But I could be quick…”