this,â he gasped. âJesus, Sveti!â
Her smile was mysterious. âMy goal is not to make you comfortable. My goal is to make you come until you faint.â
He shook with laughter, his hands clamped over his dick, holding her hands still. âYou donât have to do this.â
âBut Iâve wanted to. For years.â Her tongue darted out to lick the flushed, gleaming tip of his cockhead, the only part poking out of his fists.
âI canât,â he told her. âIâm traumatized.â
Another teasing lick and swirl. âThis part of you doesnât seem traumatized at all,â she said.
âThat part of me talks all kinds of trash. Donât listen to him.â
Her eyebrow tilted up. âDo you need to fight me, Sam? Is that what you need to get through the wall? Because I can give you that.â
He doubled over in silent laughter. Oh, shit. She was winning. He was toast. He looked up, opened his mouth, and abruptly forgot whatever heâd wanted to say. He just stared at her face. Soft with laughter. Her smile, so wide and relaxed. Shining. Bonfire bright.
âWhat?â she demanded.
âYour smile,â he said, helplessly. âOh, my God, Sveti. Your smile is so goddamn beautiful, I canât even breathe.â
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It was that look in his eyes, again. It scared her to death. âDonât,â she blurted. âDonât be silly and melodramatic. I canât take it.â
âOh, no!â he said, in mock distress. âItâs gone! I chased it away! Come back, please! Come back!â
She swatted his thigh. âStop it!â
He stroked her cheek. âIâve never seen that smile. You look so different. I donât see it enough. The whole world doesnât see it enough.â
Well, shit. It was the worldâs own damn fault for being so fucked up and crazy. But that was a bitchy thing to even think, let alone say.
Sam cupped her face and kissed her, delicately at first, but it bloomed instantly, from something tender and holy into something blazing and carnal. It felt so natural, inevitable, to bend down and take him in her mouth. Sheâd never gone down on anyone, nor had she been inclined to, until sheâd seen Sam. At which point, a lot of things that had sounded distasteful to her had suddenly made sense.
He tasted wonderful, felt wonderful. She loved the vital throb of his heartbeat against her tongue, the velvet soft skin sheathing that thick, steely club, his salty scent. She cradled his heavy, pen-dulant balls in her hand, sucking him deep, swirling her tongue.
Sam clutched her shoulders, leaning over her. His muscles were rigid, like steel cables. âHave you ever done this before?â he asked.
She took the opportunity to rest her somewhat overextended jaw and drag in some deeper breaths. âNo. Am I doing it wrong?â
âFuck, no. Itâs amazing. Can I come in your mouth? Not that Iâll have much choice, if you keep on like youâre doing.â
A flush heated her face. âIâm fine with that.â
She leaned down to get back to it, but Sam cupped her chin and gazed down into her face. âIâm getting my Stone Age ego rush now,â he told her. âI like being your first. I like it so much, it scares me.â
âIâm glad that itâs you, too.â She bent to the task once again.
He hunched over her, his breath deep, rasping pants. She deepened the long, tight, suckling strokes.
He shuddered, shouting hoarsely as the hot jets of salty come spurted inside her mouth. Almost too much for her to hold.
She rested her burning cheek on his thigh, cradling his cock in her hand. Only slightly softer. Still gleaming. He hunched, still panting.
She wiped her mouth and sat back on her heels, but as soon as she met his eyes, she wished that she hadnât.
She could give him pleasure, but it wouldnât make him happy for more than a
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