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His lashes lift and what I see there causes my breath to catch. His irises are no longer chocolate brown, but rather black as the night sky. The haze I see when he looks at me is ecstasy-induced, making me wonder if he’s actually seeing anything at all, or just so lost in what his body is experiencing that he’s blinded by lust. His is not the look of a patient man, a satisfied man. He’s desperate; wanting and needy….and exactly where I want him to be.
“Watch me.” His eyes widen slightly at my heated demand, his dick further thickening in my grasp. I cannot wait to explore this side of him more; the side that craves my direction. It’s hot as hell, and not at all what I expected from the man who seems so in control of his reactions the majority of the time.
My tongue swirls a dance over the bell-shaped end of his cock, causing him to gasp. His teeth come down hard on his bottom lip, as if he’s straining to hold back a moan. Pursing my lips, I suck hard on the head, then run my tongue over the sensitive underside of the shaft. I feel the fingers of one hand curl into the hair at the back of my head and tightening the strands in a delicious twinge of pain that sends pleasure skirting down the base of my spine.
“Merrick…please….I don’t think I can last…it’s too…..”
“Yes, you can.” One more swipe of my tongue down the shaft and our gazes lock again. “You can…because you’ve imagined just how good it can be.” A few well-placed kisses to his sac. “Because you know I’m going to suck you dry and make you feel so damn good.” My tongue dips into the slit, lapping up the wetness, his taste making me salivate. “Because you know that after I do, you’ll want me to start all over again.”
“God….what you do to me.” His voice hitches, the desperation he’s feeling voiced loud and clear above the pounding of our hearts and the dual panting.
Still playing with him, not yet giving him all he wants, I murmur, “Tell me what I do to you.” I give him a nice firm stroke with my fist. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
The fingers in my hair tighten again. “You make…want…so much…everything….and more.” He moans when I open my mouth wide with intention. “Do it. Please…fuck…just do it.”
Davis is a man strung so tight he’s vibrating with the need for release. There’s a fine sheen of sweat coating his body, and those eyes of his have grown impossibly darker, irises blown. I’ve pushed him as far as I can.For tonight at least.
Bending over, I take him all the way to the back of my throat. A wolf-like growl escapes from his mouth and his hips tip up and begin to roll when I retreat. I suck him hard and fast, then slow the pace and swallow hard around his girth. I tighten my mouth around him and take him deep, trying not to smile when he curses at me. My nose nuzzles into the wiry hair at the base of his cock, my tongue massaging the underside as he moans my name, both hands now curled into my hair.
He quickly goes from receiver to giver, thrusting into my mouth and using his hands on my head to guide the strokes to his satisfaction. He hits the back of my throat again and again, and I’m grateful I don’t gag. Thankfully, the amount of practice I’ve had—not much, mind you—taught me enough about pleasing a man the right way to relax my throat muscles and breathe through my nose. Still, I’m surprised by the almost feral way he takes control of the act, plunging into my mouth over and over. We’ve hit that frantic point of no return, when we’re both reacting on instinct, rather than thought. He’s close, andGod help me….so am I.
Rolling my eyes up his body, I find him still watching me; transfixed on how my mouth is bringing him pleasure. His cheeks are flushed, jaw clenched hard, staving off orgasm as long as possible.Damn stubborn man…what is he trying to prove?
Reaching down between my legs, I give myself a firm stroke, groaning around his girth. I’m not finding release until he does, but damn if I’m not seconds away from doing so. I’ve waited for this moment for months. I’ve been patient and understanding and maybe sometimes a little too agreeable. I’m done waiting. I need my man.
My hand slides up his body, fingers digging into his flesh in the only way I can communicate my need without having to pause. Our bodies are so in tune with one another he immediately grants me my wish, and with a harsh shout he comes spectacularly; spilling onto my tongue, down my throat, coating my mouth with his release. His eyes pinch closed briefly, but then he’s once more looking right at me, surging again as the release consumes him. It’s a beautiful sight, seeing him this raw, so lost in the desire he’s feeling. He moans and thrashes around until finally the waves begin to reside. I’m right on the edge, barely holding on as he comes down from his high, heaving a huge sigh of relief as his body crashes to the mattress.
Pulling my mouth away once he begins to soften, I sit up just enough to give him a good show, stroking myself frantically a few times before I feel the tingling began low in my belly. The orgasm slams into me and I erupt all over his stomach, his spent shaft, his legs. Once more his mouth falls open, but the shock is short lived. A lazy smile curves up the sides of his lips as he watches me come, painting his flesh with my release. The flicker of pride I see in that smile is almost as intoxicating as the orgasm itself.
When I’m completely zapped of energy and barely able to hold myself upright, he pulls me against his chest and I curl into his embrace. I couldn’t ask for a more perfect moment. I can’t imagine any other man making me feel such a sense of elation and deep emotion. I’m blessed and honored to have shared this moment with him.
But as my heart settles, I realize something else: I’m also terrified. Terrified of losing him. And… of loving him. I’m scared to death that he’ll break my heart….and when he does, I won’t ever be the same again. I know he’s worth it, but nonetheless I cannot ignore the fear. It is what will keep me grounded as we move forward. It will be the logical voice in my head when the other voices tell me that I’m overreacting or imagining the worst. The fear I’m feeling is what I must cling to, even though all I want to cling to is him.
