Wait, what? Since when had I ever been that excited to suck a dick? I mean, yes, I loved the innate power I felt when I was able to bring a man to his knees that way, but I never actually desperately wanted to do it. That was something other women claimed to love to do, and secretly I thought they were all spewing loads of bullshit, because hello, sucking dick was kind of awkward.
But when I saw Rix’s perfect cock, it was like my instinctive feminine desire to please him bubbled up out of the primitive part of my brain. When had that happened before? Never.
Thinking too much, Valentina.
And all of a sudden, thinking was no longer a problem because Rix wrapped his hand around his perfect cock and squeezed and stroked, pre-cum already wetting the head.
“You want this, duchess?”
Nodding was all I could offer in response. My thoughts were short-circuiting at the sight.
“Good, because you’re going to take it all.”
A rush of slickness hit my panties, because I didn’t go commando like Rix, and the remnants of my patience melted.
“Now. Please.”
I spread my legs, and realized I wasn’t even close to naked. My blouse was halfway unzipped, my skirt was still intact, and my panties were in place.
“You don’t look ready to take me, duchess. And besides, I’m going to taste that perfect little * before I fuck it.”
I was still trying to kick-start my brain to decide what exactly I should do to move this process along and get to the part where Rix’s body was touching mine, when he dropped to his knees and spread my legs wide, shoving my skirt up to my waist.
Today I’d gone bare-legged, with only a thong under my skirt. A rumble from Rix clued me into the fact that he approved. A lot.
“Red. Wasn’t the color I was expecting, but fuck if I don’t love it.”
Those were the only words he spoke before he tugged my panties to the side. He lowered his face and paused.
“Fuck, you’re dripping, duchess. You want me, and I fucking love that I can see it. Soaked from only a kiss. I haven’t even had my mouth on those tits of yours.”
Actually, he hadn’t even seen my tits, but I wasn’t about to point that out either. I just wanted him to get to what he was about to do.
I didn’t have to wait another five seconds before he buried his face between my legs and began lapping at my *, licking up all the slickness his kiss and his words had caused.
The thought brought a giggle to my lips, and Rix stopped and looked up.
“No. Don’t stop,” I ordered, my hands going to his completely buzzed head, and uselessly trying to push it back down between my legs. Rude? I didn’t care. I cared about his mouth being on my *, and that was it.
“I’ll get right back to eating this * as soon as you tell me what the giggle was for.”
Fuck it. I didn’t care. Whatever would get him back to what he was doing most expediently was all that mattered. I had no shame when it came to this. My orgasm was going to come fast and hard, and I wanted it right now.
“I was thinking it was your mess, so it was only right you cleaned it up. You got me wet. There you go. Back to what you were doing. Please.”
The words were a mess of awkward, embarrassing, and jumbled, but I was beyond caring. If he decided he didn’t like it and wanted to stop, I was pretty sure I could develop some crazy upper-body strength to get his head back down to where it belonged.
“I like that. Now hold on, baby, because I’m not stopping until you come all over my mouth.”
“Good.”
Rix buried his face back where it belonged and didn’t waste a moment before delving between my * lips and finding my clit. My hips bucked against his mouth, and then bucked harder when one blunt, thick fingertip circled my entrance and teased.
Oh Jesus. Sometimes you forget the old the size of the hands and feet being good predictors of cock size, and for Rix, that would have been a dead giveaway. His hands were enormous, and if he tried to slide two fingers inside me, I wasn’t sure they’d fit.
But the one finger slipped inside effortlessly, made easier by the slickness he’d caused, and whatever he did with that finger in combination with what he was doing with his mouth on my clit caused near-immediate detonation.
I didn’t even realize I was making noises until the words “Please, now, oh God” echoed off the walls of his room. And then the scream ripped from my lungs with the orgasm that hit me in a wall of pleasure.
My hands dropped to his shoulders, gripping and clinging as his name fell from my lips over and over while the orgasm kept rolling through my body. My hips bucked of their own accord, seeking more and then backing away. It was almost too much, but I couldn’t help but want more and more and more.
Wherever this man had learned this particular skill, they needed to bestow some kind of honorary doctorate on him, because he was a master. A maestro even. My brain ran a million miles an hour, and all of those thoughts centered on—if he’s this good at oral, how good is he at everything else?