the sharp breath hissing across my throat and making me shiver. “I’d like to see you try.”
I relaxed my grip on his hips. Exhaling, I said in a resigned tone, “I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you. Really.”
He furrowed his brow, searching my eyes as if to see if I was serious.
“Really.” I avoided his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He laughed, but his stance relaxed slightly. “Dustin, you’re not going to hurt me. I like it a bit rough sometimes.”
“I know, but—” I grabbed his shoulders and threw my weight into him, flipping both of us over in one quick motion. In the next instant, he was flat on his back, his arms pinned beside his head, his eyes wide.
“What the—”
I laughed, lowering myself enough to kiss him but keeping my mouth just out of his reach. “You shouldn’t let your guard down like that.”
He craned his neck, trying to kiss me, but I stayed out of his reach.
“You’re in bed with a Marine.” I kissed the underside of his jaw. “Don’t forget it.”
“Oh, believe me,” he growled, his entire body squirming beneath mine, “I haven’t forgotten.”
“Good.” I kissed him, then worked my way down his neck to his chest. My mouth watered at the mere thought of having my lips around him, but I took my time. I savored every inch of his body, circling first one nipple with my tongue, then the other, drawing the tip of my tongue along the grooves of his abs, watching his muscles quiver as I did. I kissed the top of his hipbone and let my fingertips drift down his abs, watching as even my gentlest touch made his back arch off of the bed.
I pressed my lips to his lower abdomen, as close as I could get to his cock without actually touching it, then again on the other side, letting my jaw just barely brush the hard shaft, grinning as his hips lifted toward me.
He propped himself up on his elbows and watched me, exhaling as I drew my tongue around his cock on his abdomen without touching it.
“Jesus, you’re a tease,” he said.
“And you love every minute of it.”
He moaned, reacting as if I’d touched him again, but I hadn’t done a thing. Then I realized it was my breath on his skin when I spoke. I blew on his skin, and he let his head fall back, his muscles trembling from just my breath.
Still watching his face, I blew on the base of his cock, slowly working my way up to the head. The look on his face—his lips parted, his eyes wide—had every inch of my body covered in goose bumps. I had always enjoyed watching a lover get turned on, watching the simplest touch send her into orbit, but every time Brandon tensed or shivered or even caught his breath, I felt like I’d found the holy grail. The only thing in the world that could possibly be sexier than Brandon turned on was Brandon in the throes of an orgasm.
Just the memory of his face when he had come in the parking lot sent chills down my spine, and I wanted to see it and feel it again.
I ran my tongue around the head of his cock. His hand was in my hair as I took more of him into my mouth, and every twitch of his fingers told me I was doing something right. I swept my tongue along the shaft, squeezed him with my lips—everything he had done for me. It was still unfamiliar to me, something I had only done a few times, but if I did anything clumsy or awkward, Brandon didn’t let on.
Raising myself over him, I steadied his cock with my hand, taking him into my mouth as slowly as I could, tasting and memorizing every ridge and contour of him. I wasn’t quite deep-throating him. Pushing my limits, yes, but I wasn’t ready for that yet.
A familiar ache caught my attention. Christ, it hadn’t been that long since he’d sucked me off against the pool table, but I was already hard again. No one had ever turned me on like this.
I ran my tongue up the shaft of his cock and circled my tongue around the head a couple of times. Then I moved up to kiss him, but before I even had a chance to
I relaxed my grip on his hips. Exhaling, I said in a resigned tone, “I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you. Really.”
He furrowed his brow, searching my eyes as if to see if I was serious.
“Really.” I avoided his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He laughed, but his stance relaxed slightly. “Dustin, you’re not going to hurt me. I like it a bit rough sometimes.”
“I know, but—” I grabbed his shoulders and threw my weight into him, flipping both of us over in one quick motion. In the next instant, he was flat on his back, his arms pinned beside his head, his eyes wide.
“What the—”
I laughed, lowering myself enough to kiss him but keeping my mouth just out of his reach. “You shouldn’t let your guard down like that.”
He craned his neck, trying to kiss me, but I stayed out of his reach.
“You’re in bed with a Marine.” I kissed the underside of his jaw. “Don’t forget it.”
“Oh, believe me,” he growled, his entire body squirming beneath mine, “I haven’t forgotten.”
“Good.” I kissed him, then worked my way down his neck to his chest. My mouth watered at the mere thought of having my lips around him, but I took my time. I savored every inch of his body, circling first one nipple with my tongue, then the other, drawing the tip of my tongue along the grooves of his abs, watching his muscles quiver as I did. I kissed the top of his hipbone and let my fingertips drift down his abs, watching as even my gentlest touch made his back arch off of the bed.
I pressed my lips to his lower abdomen, as close as I could get to his cock without actually touching it, then again on the other side, letting my jaw just barely brush the hard shaft, grinning as his hips lifted toward me.
He propped himself up on his elbows and watched me, exhaling as I drew my tongue around his cock on his abdomen without touching it.
“Jesus, you’re a tease,” he said.
“And you love every minute of it.”
He moaned, reacting as if I’d touched him again, but I hadn’t done a thing. Then I realized it was my breath on his skin when I spoke. I blew on his skin, and he let his head fall back, his muscles trembling from just my breath.
Still watching his face, I blew on the base of his cock, slowly working my way up to the head. The look on his face—his lips parted, his eyes wide—had every inch of my body covered in goose bumps. I had always enjoyed watching a lover get turned on, watching the simplest touch send her into orbit, but every time Brandon tensed or shivered or even caught his breath, I felt like I’d found the holy grail. The only thing in the world that could possibly be sexier than Brandon turned on was Brandon in the throes of an orgasm.
Just the memory of his face when he had come in the parking lot sent chills down my spine, and I wanted to see it and feel it again.
I ran my tongue around the head of his cock. His hand was in my hair as I took more of him into my mouth, and every twitch of his fingers told me I was doing something right. I swept my tongue along the shaft, squeezed him with my lips—everything he had done for me. It was still unfamiliar to me, something I had only done a few times, but if I did anything clumsy or awkward, Brandon didn’t let on.
Raising myself over him, I steadied his cock with my hand, taking him into my mouth as slowly as I could, tasting and memorizing every ridge and contour of him. I wasn’t quite deep-throating him. Pushing my limits, yes, but I wasn’t ready for that yet.
A familiar ache caught my attention. Christ, it hadn’t been that long since he’d sucked me off against the pool table, but I was already hard again. No one had ever turned me on like this.
I ran my tongue up the shaft of his cock and circled my tongue around the head a couple of times. Then I moved up to kiss him, but before I even had a chance to
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