I’m unprepared for the move, and for how quickly she gets my belt unfastened. Then she’s undoing my top button, lowering my zipper. Tugging my pants down my hips as she presses hot, wet kisses to my abdomen and hip.
Her mouth feels good, so fucking good, that there’s a part of me that wants to just let her have her way. Wants to let her do to me whatever she chooses. But I worked her hard with our game, pushed her even harder, and I want the rest of the night to be about her. About bringing her pleasure. About getting her off.
Somehow I find the strength to wrap my hands around her shoulders, to try to pull her up.
She’s having none of it, though, not this time. She might be floating in subspace, but that doesn’t preclude her need to give me pleasure. In fact, I’m pretty sure it enhances it as she fights me a little, pushing my hands off her shoulders and sliding my boxers down low enough to free my cock. Then she leans forward and takes me in her mouth.
I nearly lose it at the first stroke of Veronica’s tongue on the underside of my dick. My hands tangle in her miles of blond hair, my hips stutter forward of their own volition. This isn’t how I planned it, isn’t what I wanted for tonight—for her—but as she cups my ass in her hands, pulls me closer, deeper, I lose the ability to think about anything but how good her mouth feels on my cock and how hot she looks on her knees in front of me.
The wall opposite us is mirrored and I can’t help watching as she pulls me deep. Can’t help staring at the way her hair cascades down her naked back and her red lace panties bare the full, sexy curves of her lower ass. The only thing hotter is the way I can see her face at the same time, can see the way her cheeks flush and her jaw strains as she takes me in.
She looks so good, feels so fucking good, that it’s all I can do to keep from blowing down her throat before things have a chance to really get started.
With that thought in mind, I tug on her hair, try to get her to pull back a little, but she refuses to yield. Instead, she sucks harder, swallowing me down until the head of my cock brushes the back of her throat.
“Fuck, Veronica. Baby.” I pull my hips back, try to make it easier for her, but she just follows me, head bobbing a little as she slides me in and out of her throat. At the same time, she runs her tongue along the bottom of my cock, stroking me again and again and again, until my eyes are crossing and my knees are weak.
And still I try to hold back, still I try not to slam my hips forward, try not to wreck her voice—try not to wreck her. But Veronica is having none of it. She uses one hand to keep me in place—to keep me deep as her throat works around me—and uses the other to stroke my balls, my taint. Add to that the way she moans, low and long and slow, and I’m lost.
Slamming my hips forward, I tighten my hands in her hair to hold her in place as I finally take what she’s been offering. What I’ve been dying for from the moment she first walked into that restaurant three days ago.
I fuck her mouth hard and fast, take everything that she’s offering and demanding even more. Work my way into her mouth, her throat. Slam into her again and again and again, caught up in the way she looks, in the way she feels, in the way she makes me feel.
So good.
So. Fucking. Good.
My teeth clench, my jaw locks, and I lose myself for a minute—for several minutes—in the moist, sexy heat of her mouth. In the soft, desperate moans that come from deep in her throat and reverberate all along my dick. In the way her cherry-red lips form a perfect O as she takes me in, slides me back and forth, swallows me down, again and again and again.
She looks sexy, beautiful, as caught up in the moment as I am. But her eyes are closed, her long, golden lashes brushing against her cheeks, and suddenly I want nothing more than to see her eyes. To know that she’s enjoying this as much as I am.
“Look at me!” I demand, my voice low and guttural—more animal than human as desperation claws at my insides.
She must understand what I’m saying though, because her lids fly open and then I’m staring straight into her fucked-out eyes. They’re blurry, out of it, her pupils blown so wide that all I can see of her irises are two thin, purple rings.
Her obvious arousal only turns me on more, has me fucking into her harder, faster, deeper, until release is all I can think about. All that I want. For one brief moment, I wonder who’s actually in control here—her or me. It’s an uncomfortable thought, one that has my hands twisting in her hair, pulling her closer, harder, trying to make her take me impossibly deeper.