She squeezes me gently and hums appreciatively in my ear.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” Her husky voice is deeper than I’ve ever heard it and fuck if it doesn’t sound like pure, unadulterated lust. For me.
I don’t know how the hell that happened, and now is not the time to question it. Not when I have a woman’s hand around my cock for the first time in over three years—my hard cock. Thank fuck!
“Jesus!” I bite my lip to keep the string of profanity lingering there from erupting when her gentle squeezes and stroking pushes me almost to the point of no return.
There’s no way I can have sex with her. I won’t last ten seconds.
I reach down and grab her hand, stilling it just before she’s about to slide her thumb across the wet head of my cock. With my other hand, I cradle her face and tilt it up to find the expectant question in her blue eyes.
Before she can ask, I lean down and kiss her, sliding my tongue deep into her mouth and meshing it with hers. She groans and sucks on my tongue while trying desperately to move her hand on my dick. I hold her still and break away from the kiss.
“That’s exactly what I want you to do, Dani.”
A blow job. I can handle a blow job.
Just thinking about having her wet mouth suctioned around my cock has me throbbing under her palm.
I know she feels it. The grin spreading across her face and the shimmering desire in her eyes confirms she knows exactly what she is doing to me.
Oh, thank GOD!
I’m finally going to taste him, take him in my mouth and work him up in a frenzy like he does to me all the time. And when we’re done, I’ll give him a little breather before I take what I so desperately need—his cock, inside me, filling and stretching me.
A shudder of anticipation rolls through my body. I scoot down his long frame.
This would be a hell of a lot easier if he didn’t have his pants on, but I’m not about to wait.
Something about tonight has my already dangerously impatient libido racing to frantic levels. Maybe it was the argument. I guess this is kind of make-up sex.
I’ve never had make-up sex before. That would require actually having someone to make-up with. This relationship stuff definitely has its drawbacks. I hate having to second-guess my actions because of what Savage may think—not that I have done that. But, after tonight, I kind of get it. I know he cares and worries and I know I won’t be able to get that out of my head.
I care too damn much already.
And I’m going to show him how much.
His cock is hot and hard in my hand and I stroke it from root to tip, watching as more precum leaks from the tip. My mouth waters and I lick my lips. I’ve been fantasizing about what he would taste like since the moment I walked into his office.
But I can’t dive right in. That won’t do at all.
Fair is fair, and Savage relishes in torturing me with agonizingly slow attentions when he gets me off. There’s no way in hell I’m going to let him off that easily.
Instant gratification is not in the game plan tonight, Savage. Sorry.
Looking up, I meet his intent gaze. The struggle in his eyes gives me a satisfaction I never expected.
I’m already getting to him and I’ve barely touched him.
Oh, Savage, you have no fucking idea what you are in for.
I don’t bother to hide my grin from him as I descend on his cock. The tip of my tongue meets the sensitive flesh just below the bulging head. He gasps. His body tenses under me and he digs his hands into my hair.
Fuck yes.
He groans when I slide my tongue down his entire length, wetting it and swirling the tip in slow, methodic circles.
“Christ, Dani…”
His head falls back against the headboard and his grip on my hair tightens.
My slow torment of him continues as I slip my tongue along first one side, then the other, but never reaching the tip. He shifts slightly under me, and although I know he can feel what I’m doing to him, I wonder if he’s capable of thrusting up into my mouth. He hasn’t done it, so I’ll assume he can’t. It must be utter agony to not be able to take control like I know he wants to.
Guilt forms in the pit of my stomach. I can’t torture him any more than what he has already suffered.
I lick and suck my way up to the head of his cock and pause momentarily, looking up at the strained cords in his neck.
Fuck, that’s hot. Neck porn at its finest.
He drops his head down and his eyes meet mine. He needs this just as much as I do.
Without looking away, I finally take him into my mouth completely, sucking him down as far as I can go.
The sound he makes is more animal than human. It only spurs me on. I slip back up his cock, my tongue gliding along the underside of his flesh the entire way up.