His thighs tensed on either side of her, and his fingers tightened into fists beside him, as if to keep him from reaching for her.
Kate leaned forward slowly and blew a long stream of warm breath over the head of his cock. He made a sound of need in the back of his throat, and she couldn’t wait any longer.
She traced the tip of her tongue along the slit on the wide head of his cock to capture the pearl of moisture that had gathered there.
The salty-sweet flavor burst inside her mouth, and Dex jolted, as if her tentative touch had speared pleasure through him like an electric shock.
“Mmm.”
She couldn’t help the sound as she took his tip inside her mouth and laved the sensitive flesh with her tongue.
Dex blew out a harsh breath, and she could tell he battled against taking control. But she wanted to draw this out. To play out her fantasy for as long as she could.
Her newfound power thrilled her and made her core clench.
As much as she wanted to feel him explode down the back of her throat, she also wanted him inside her again.
Dex had become her own personal addiction, and the idea scared her a little.
She slowly took more and more of him until he bumped against the back of her throat.
Kate dropped the back of her tongue, opening her throat wide like she did when she yawned, to avoid her gag reflex. She took as much of him as she could.
He was thick, so she had to make sure she didn’t scrape the sensitive skin too much with her teeth. Although when she lightly grazed him, he moaned and arched his hips before he seemed to realize what he was doing, and relaxed back against his seat.
She gripped him firmly around the base and sucked him in and out of her mouth while stroking him, gently fondling his balls, and pressing against the sensitive spot just behind them where his testicles attached to his body.
Dex’s breathing became more and more labored until his eyes slipped closed, his thigh muscles twitching where they touched her sides.
As she set up a steady rhythm, she caught more hints of his salty-sweet flavor as they burst over her tongue.
He began to gently buck inside her mouth, and she adjusted her rhythm to match.
Whenever his balls began to tighten against his body, she slowly massaged them until they relaxed, to prolong their play as long as possible.
There was a wicked feminine power about turning on such a virile, strong man this much. Having control of his pleasure, and drawing it out.
Dex was breathing hard, nearly panting. Sweat had broken out on his forehead.
He looked amazingly sexy when he was aroused and on the edge of losing control.
She was wet and aching for him. Her clit throbbed and begged for attention, but she wouldn’t relinquish the pleasure she was giving Dex to worry about her own.
She could wait.
Was this what it was like for a Dominant? The rush and power of pleasuring someone else? No wonder it was a draw for a lot of men. And women, she admitted. But she enjoyed being a sub too much to become a Domme.
She did enjoy giving pleasure to Dex. But he was a special case.
Her own orgasm built deep inside her pelvis as tension coiled tighter and tighter.
But she was ready to taste Dex. To feel him explode down her throat.
She increased her rhythm, taking him harder with each stroke, even as he continued to buck his hips. She let go of his shaft, allowing him to thrust hard so she took him all the way to the base, and she squeezed him with her throat each time he delved deep.
Dex’s moans and gasps encouraged and thrilled her.
When her own orgasm seemed imminent, she reached around to grab his hips, guiding him as he continued to fuck her mouth.
He called out her name as he came, the heated liquid spilling inside her mouth as he slowed his thrusts and then collapsed back against his seat.
She exploded seconds later, her core contracting in rhythmic squeezes as heated pleasure flowed through her. Her orgasm went on and on, a second wave hitting soon after the first, stealing her strength and ripping a scream from her throat.
She swallowed and then licked her lips, enjoying every bit of Dex’s essence.
She felt boneless and spent as Dex leaned forward and gently lifted her onto his lap.
She glanced up into his face and what she saw there stole her breath.
She didn’t dare name it, for fear she was wrong.
Dex ran his thumb across her bottom lip as he smiled down at her. “You’re so beautiful, Kate. Especially with your lips swollen, my marks on your neck, and your hair wonderfully rumpled and askew.”
He kept her gaze as he slowly lowered his mouth to hers.
Just before their lips met, emotion filled his eyes, and the sight made her gasp.
Then his eyes slid closed, as if she had seen too much and he wanted to guard against her seeing any more.
As he kissed her gently and tenderly, he stroked his hand over her back, the motion soothing and caressing rather than possessive and rough.