“So good?”
“You tell me when it’s amazing.” I watch her face as I move my fingers faster and suck harder.
“Oh . . . that’s—” She throws her head back, and a needy whimper escapes.
“How’s that now?”
“Amazing.”
“If I keep it up, you think you’re gonna come?”
Her nod is frantic. She keeps one hand in my hair, the other grips the sheets. All of a sudden her eyes pop open and her mouth drops. Her shock as her whole body tenses is the best damn thing I’ve ever seen.
“Ride it out, baby.”
She keeps her eyes on me while she does just that. I give her one more courtesy finger curl, in case of residual orgasm shocks. She shudders, then goes loose again.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before I kiss my way up her body. She’s breathing hard, and her entire body is limp. I sweep a few strands of damp hair away from her face and wait for her to open her eyes.
“Hi.”
She gives me a dopey smile. “Hi.”
“Was that fun?”
Sunny nods. “So fun.”
“How you feeling?” I ask when her eyes finally stay open.
“So relaxed. It’s so much better when it’s someone else doing all the work.”
I laugh. “Right?”
“Your mouth is made of awesome.”
“You think so?”
“Totally made of awesome.” She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. My cock is nestled right where my mouth was a minute ago. I’m so damn hard right now. My balls are back to being achy.
Sunny sucks on my bottom lip before she slips her tongue inside my mouth. Breaking away, she asks, “Is that what I taste like?”
“Mm-hmm.”
She sucks my top lip this time. “Do you like that? The way I taste?”
Coming from someone else’s mouth, that might sound dirty, or warrant a dirty response, but this is Sunny, and she’s genuinely curious.
“I love the way you taste. I’ll go down on you whenever you want.”
“Really?”
“Definitely.”
“Like, if I asked you to do it again right now, you would?”
“You want me to, and I will.”
“You’re serious.” She looks baffled.
“For fucking right I’m serious.” I make a move to head back down, but she tightens her legs around my waist.
“You can eat me again later.”
“Oh, I plan to, baby.”
She ends the conversation with her tongue in my mouth again.
Eventually her hands start to wander. She pushes my shorts over my hips. The waistband gets caught on the head of my cock, but we manage to wrestle him free.
As soon as I’m naked, we line everything up so we’re playing slip ‘n’ slide with my cock. She’s so wet and hot and soft. Holy chocolate-covered Jesus popsicles, I want to get in there so bad.
But I don’t tell her that. Instead I push up on my arms, which nestles my dick in even snugger. “We don’t have to have sex.”
I’m serious. I want it, but I don’t expect it. I’d be happy with a blow job. Okay. That’s bullshit. I’d much rather have hot, sweaty sex with Sunny, but a BJ would be a decent consolation prize. I’d even take a handy. Hell, I’d slip ‘n’ slide my way to the land of Jizztopia at this point.
For a long moment we stare at each other, not moving. I try not to focus on the absence of friction. Instead I study her face the same way I would the offense when I’m figuring out the next play. There’s a flash of uncertainty. That’s all I need. Just a hint that she’s not sure she wants this, so I back off.