of his sweatpants. She experienced a silly thrill when she saw it harden even more.
“You’re teasing,” Mike said dryly. “My dick doesn’t appreciate it.”
“Your dick is very moody.” She edged her hand up to pull down his waistband enough to free his cock. “First it’s confused. Then it’s resentful.” She didn’t touch him, but she blew on his erection, delighted when she saw it respond. “Now it seems kind of excited.”
“Why wouldn’t it be? Your gorgeous mouth is about an inch away.”
She smiled—not feeling sexy so much as fond, intimate, almost protective. She didn’t usually feel like this, and she wasn’t sure what had prompted it now. But she didn’t want it to go away, so she extended her tongue and swiped it across the tip of his cock.
She heard his quick intake of breath and felt the stiffening of his body. She was still mostly lying in his lap.
Readjusting so she was at a more convenient angle, she moved her right hand to lift his erection up toward his belly and then licked a line down the underside.
“Oh, baby,” Mike gritted out. “If you’re teasing, it’s just plain mean.”
She shifted her eyes up to meet his, and saw that his expression was genuinely questioning, beneath the visceral tension.
He really wasn’t sure if she was planning to follow through or not.
“I’m not teasing.” To prove it, she lifted her head enough to take him fully in her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks in a hard suck.
“Oh, fuck!” he gasped, straightening his spine and gripping the back of her head.
She felt that same excited tension in her belly—but it wasn’t arousal. It was deeper, and heavier, and more powerful.
She slid her lips up to the very tip of his shaft and twirled her tongue a little.
His fingers tightened in her hair. “I thought you weren’t in the mood for sex,” he managed to say, his voice stretched the way it always was when he was near the peak of arousal.
She just hummed around his hard flesh and took more of him into her mouth. Establishing a rhythm as she bobbed her head, she reached her hand down beneath her face so she could gently squeeze his balls.
He shifted restlessly beneath her, the muscles of his belly and thighs tightening while his hands moved between clutching her hair and squeezing her bottom. She knew he was trying to hold himself back.
Drayton would have taken her head and showed her exactly how he wanted to fuck her mouth, but Mike had always been more considerate and restrained.
Tonight, the realization made her feel both tender and possessive. With her free hand, she guided his hand up to the back of her head.
His fingers curved fully around the line of her skull, and she felt the light pressure as he guided her motion.
She responded, accelerating the rhythm of her sucking and bobbing and trying to match it with her hand on his balls.
“Oh, good, baby. Good. Just like that.”
He was getting close. She could sense it in his body, feel it in the firm, salty flesh in her mouth, and hear it in his voice. She released his sac and edged her fingers farther down so she could rub the sensitive spot just behind.
Mike let out a thick gasp and fisted his hand in her hair. He was still guiding her rhythm, and he’d started to rock his hips as if he couldn’t fight the compulsion to thrust.
“Fuck!”
With that broken exclamation, he came into her mouth, his cock pulsing with the spasms of his climax and his hips giving a few more clumsy jerks.
She swallowed his release in several small gulps and sucked gently until his body had relaxed and his cock had started to soften in her mouth.
Finally, she let him slip from her lips. She sat up, feeling stiff but satisfied by the way she’d pleased him.
With a rough groan, he pulled her toward him, edging her fully into his lap as he tightened his arms around her with that urgency she sometimes sensed from him.
She returned the hug, overflowing with that same emotion she couldn’t
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