Chapter 21 #2
My hands find her hips and pull them against me. She moans into my mouth and grinds on me.
I find myself growling in response.
My lips leave hers to sear a path down her neck, shoulders, to her chest.
I look up, and she’s watching me intently as I slip the strap of her tank top down her shoulder and expose one of her breasts.
“Perfect,” I whisper right before I take a nipple into my mouth.
Her fingers run through the hair at the back of my neck.
“Ooh,” she breathes. “Dean.”
My name on her lips like that has my dick twitching in my pants.
I grab her other breast through the material of her top while I continue to lick and suck the other. Then I pull the other side down and give it the same attention.
Her breasts are perfect. More than a handful and so damn perky.
I pull away from her, breathless and barely able to see straight through the fog of desire.
“My bed,” I breathe out. “Now.”
She takes quick steps to my bed, scooting herself on while she watches me take my time following her.
I don’t want to rush this.
For years, I’ve only ever cared to get off and get on with my life. Now, I want to savor every second.
When I reach the edge of the bed, I grab her thighs and pull her towards me. I lean forward and cup her breasts in my hands and massage them, then glide my thumbs over her nipples.
Her body is trembling.
I can’t get enough of her reactions. But I need more.
My fingers tuck under the top of her tank top, which is now at her waist, and I pull it down, along with her shorts and panties.
“Damn, Aubrey,” I growl. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
Her eyes hold mine for a beat with so much trust and arousal that it nearly knocks me off of my feet.
I lean forward and bring my lips to hers for one more slow kiss, then skim down her body from her breasts to her stomach, until I’m kneeling in front of her pussy.
I stop and stare in awe. I push one of her thighs so I can get a better view of her glistening pussy.
“Aubrey, you’re dripping for me,” I say through tortured breaths.
I’ve never seen someone so wet for me. Probably because they’re too busy trying to figure out just how much money I have in my account to really bother being present with me.
Aubrey is different.
My thumb slips between her folds and spreads her arousal around, up to her clit and further down between her cheeks.
She gasps in surprise but doesn’t move. Her and her reactions have my dick leaking with desire.
I push two fingers inside of her and move them in and out slowly, teasing her before I begin to push them up against her G-spot.
“Ooh,” she responds.
My thumb finds her clit and glides over it slowly while my fingers remain inside of her, moving along her walls.
“Dean, ooh … I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.” She says it like it’s a warning.
“Come for me, Aubrey,” I tell her. “Let me feel those muscles squeeze me.”
With my permission, she comes all over my hand, which makes her even wetter. My fingers are now dripping with her cum.
It’s without a doubt the sexiest experience of my life. I can no longer contain myself.
I bring my mouth to her clit and begin to suck.
Her hips fly off of the bed, pushing herself savagely onto my tongue. I moan as I still work my fingers inside of her.
With a couple more sucks, she goes off again, this time coating my mouth.
I slow down and gently lick and move my fingers until she completely rides out her orgasm.
Her hips fall back onto the bed, and she releases a big breath.
“Wow,” she whispers. “That was …”
I crawl up her body and cut her off with a kiss. I don’t bother wiping my mouth. I want her to know just how much she enjoyed what I just did.
She meets my kisses with no hesitation.
Her hands find my neck and pull me closer before exploring my body. When she reaches the waistband of my sweatpants, she stops.
“Stand up,” she whispers against my mouth.
I obey her command, not particularly used to being told what to do in the bedroom—or anywhere else for that matter.
As soon as I get to my feet, she pushes my pants down to my ankles. I step out of them and kick them to the side.
Her eyes are transfixed on my cock. A bead of pre-cum is dripping from my tip.
She licks her lips, like it’s all she can do not to fall to her knees and taste me.
And to my surprise, that’s exactly what she does.
Her big blue eyes meet mine as she slowly takes my tip into her mouth. Wrapping those plump lips around me, she sucks, gently at first.
It feels better than any business deal or billion dollars I’ve ever made, and she’s barely done anything.
I already know I’m in trouble but can’t find the strength to stop this from happening.
How can something that feels so good be wrong?
Her hand grips my dick, and she squeezes the base as her mouth begins to move up and down. Her tongue is everywhere. Her lips are tight with each suck.
“Fuuuck,” I growl as I place my hands in her hair and squeeze. “Do you like sucking my cock, Aubrey?”
She nods her head while her mouth is still stuffed full of me. I groan at how damn good she looks, taking me.
I’m already close as fuck. Then she takes me further than she can take and gags. Instead of stopping, she does it again … and again.
“Shit, that’s it. Gag on me. Just like that.”
Her hand still moves over the part of me she can’t take. Her other one finds my balls.
It’s all too good. I know I can’t hold it in any longer.
“I’m gonna come,” I say through gritted teeth.
She pumps her mouth faster and sucks harder. My entire body flexes almost painfully as I feel my release begin. I nearly lose my balance and vision at the strength of how hard it hits me.
Thick ropes of cum shoot out into her mouth, and she fucking moans as they hit her tongue.
“Dammit,” I cuss at how good it feels.
At how enthusiastic she is that I’m coming in her mouth.
When I’m done, she pulls off of me and swallows. Her hands rest on my thighs as she takes deep, ragged breaths.
Beautiful, is all that comes to mind.
I grab her hands from my thighs and pull her to her feet, then kiss her long and slow. My forehead falls to hers, as we both still haven’t controlled our breathing.
I don’t know what just happened.
I haven’t done oral sex in years. Maybe even decades.
I only fuck. I don’t waste time with foreplay, which is generally too intimate.
But this … this just felt right.
I should pump the brakes on what’s happening. Clearly, I’m out of my depth here.
Instead, I kiss her forehead and walk us into my bathroom to clean up.