Page 134 of Before We Break

Her eyes rake over my torso, and she smirks, taking my cock in hand and licking up the shaft. “Thanks for the view.”

I throw my head back with a strangled moan, hands fisting in the comforter.

Her mouth closes around me, and I nearly come apart right then and there. It’s agony and ecstasy all at once. As if my hand has a mind of its own, I take her hair in my fist and guide her movements up and down as she sucks the life out of me. My cock hits the back of her throat, and she looks up at me through tear-filled eyes, her tongue swirling around my shaft.

“Jesus fuck, baby. You’re a goddamn sight.”

She moans, and the vibrations roll through me like an electric current straight to my bloodstream.

“Clio, baby. If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come.”

She’s a breathtaking mess when she pops off my cock, with tears rolling down her cheeks, her lips dark pink and swollen as she catches her breath. I cup her face and bring her mouth to mine for a lazy kiss, not caring where she’s been.

Pulling back, she says, “I want you to show me what else you like.”

“Are you sure? We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for. Even if you’re never ready, that’s ok. I just want to be with you.” Enthusiastic consent has always been important to me. I won’t accept anything less.

“I want to. I’m ready.”

My fingertips trace her temple as I sweep an errant strand of hair away from her face, searching for any sign of trepidation. All I see is honesty and maybe even longing.

I press another kiss to her lips, savoring the sweetness one more time before I head into my closet and come back with adjustable black leather straps, a realistic eight-inch dildo that attaches to them, and a bottle of lube. I set them at the end of the bed, taking her hands and pulling her to her feet.

I find the hem of her shirt and tug it over her head. She’s not wearing a bra, and her heavy breasts are just begging for my mouth. Who am I to deny them? I suck one pert nipple between my lips as I hook my fingers into the waistband of her sleep shorts, tugging them down her legs along with her favorite strawberry panties. I’ve become somewhat attached to the ridiculous things since that first night.

Her long nails scrape against my scalp, and she runs her fingers through my hair. I kiss a path down her sternum, over her soft belly, and on each side of her hips as I sink to my knees and reach for the straps.

After attaching the dildo, I tap her right foot. “Lift.”

She does as she’s told and I slide the harness on before repeating on the other side, tugging it all the way up her hips.

“Have you ever used this with anyone else?” she asks in a shaky voice.

My cheeks heat as I adjust the straps on each side. A lump lodges in my throat, and I swallow around the intrusion. “No. I got it just for us, in case you ever wanted to try.”

“You did?” There’s something like awe in her expression.

I nod and step back with my hand wrapped around my cock, admiring the way she looks standing there in nothing but leather and silicone. The straps dig into her luscious hips, and her soft belly spills over the top of the leather.

Something fiery and determined flickers in her gaze. “Get on your knees.”

I like this new version of Clio taking charge.

Maybe a little too much.

Obeying her command, I sink to my knees and crawl toward her, my cock growing impossibly hard the closer I get. When I’m at her feet, I sit back on my heels, waiting for her next instruction.

“Good boy.” She steps forward, gripping the silicone in her fist. “Open your mouth.”

I don’t know if it’s the praise or the look in her eyes, but I’m hanging on by a thread as the dildo slides into my mouth. I suck on the shaft, my head bobbing up and down, letting my hands glide up the sides of her legs, kneading her soft flesh beneath my palms.

I pull back with a gasp. “Can I touch you?”

Her nails rake against my scalp. “Yes.”

Groaning at the sensation, I slide my fingers through her wet slit and wrap them around the shaft, coating it in her slick arousal before taking it into my mouth again. Now it tastes like her, and I’m fucking ravenous for more. As I suck on the shaft, I slip my other hand between her legs and push two thick digits into her tight heat. Her knees buckle, but she catches herself and straightens, using her grip on my hair to guide my movements.

After a few more pulses, she pulls me off with a pop and takes a step back, reaching for the bottle of lube. “Get on the bed. Hands and knees.”