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and kissing his way down to the sensitive hollow of my collarbone.
I felt alive, alight. His hands and mouth shaped my body into a new form, and I welcomed the change. He knew me as someone desirable, and when he touched me, I felt myself becoming that person. Someone worthy of love. Someone who deserved the intimacy and pleasure he offered.
“What time is it?” he murmured against my skin.
I looked at the clock on the wall. “4:15.”
“We have time,” he said. “Enough.” He sat back and touched my cheek. “Do you want to be good for me?”
I knew those words. They meant he was about to take control, and I would surrender to him joyfully. I swallowed. “Yes.”
“My sweet girl,” he said. “I want you to kneel on the floor.”
Trembling with anticipation, I slid off the sofa and knelt before him, hands clasped in my lap. He spread his knees, and I could see the shape of his erection, outlined by his wool trousers.
My mouth watered. I knew what would come next, and I wanted it.
“That’s right,” he said. “You’re eager for it, aren’t you? I want you to unbutton my pants.”
My hands shook as I reached forward and unfastened his trousers. My wrist brushed against his hard cock, and I felt it twitch in response.
“Good,” he said. “Now unzip me.”
I did as he said, tugging the tab of his zipper and revealing his black boxer-briefs. The fabric clung to his erection, showing me the thick shaft and the round head.
He slid one hand around the back of my head and cupped it there, holding me in place. His other hand slid into the waistband of his boxer-briefs and tugged it down, slowly, slowly, until his cock sprang free and rested, flushed and heavy, against his lower belly.
He fisted his other hand in my hair and tilted my head back, forcing me to look up at him. “Do you want to suck my cock, Regan?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice a ragged whisper.
“Should I let you?” he asked. “I don’t know that you’ll be any good. I wouldn’t want to waste my time.”
“I’ll be good,” I said. “Please let me. I’ll be—I’ll—”
“You’ll have to convince me,” he said.
I moved my hands to his thighs. He released my hair, and I looked down, at the apex of his thighs, at his arousal. I had never been this close to a hard penis, and I was both excited and intimidated. I didn’t want to do anything wrong and disappoint him.
I knew the basic mechanics, of course, from reading magazines and watching a little bit of porn, but putting it into practice was daunting. I slid my left hand around the base of his cock and gave it a tentative squeeze. It was firm, solid. I moved my thumb over the swollen vein on the underside, feeling the hot blood washing through it, and looked up at Carter to gauge his reaction.
He was watching me with hooded eyelids, face unreadable. No help there.
Using my hand to hold him steady, I leaned forward and licked the head of his cock. It tasted salty, not unpleasantly so. I ducked my head and used my tongue to trace the course of that fat vein from the base to the tip.
Carter’s hand tightened in my hair. “Less teasing,” he said.
I hadn’t intended to. I wanted to take my time to explore, but he was probably worried about his guests showing up. I slid my mouth over the head of his cock and gave a gentle suck. It was smooth beneath my tongue, and then felt crinkled where the head flared out over the shaft.
He inhaled, just the slightest click of noise in his throat, but I heard it and was encouraged. I wasn’t doing it completely wrong, then.
I just hoped I didn’t choke. Then he would know I hadn’t done this before.
I rubbed my tongue against the head, keeping my mouth soft. I wasn’t sure what to do next. I knew I wouldn’t be able to deep-throat him, and what looked so simple in porn turned out to be sort of daunting when I was expected to do it. I wasn’t sure how to coordinate my mouth and my hand, or how hard to suck, or what to do
I felt alive, alight. His hands and mouth shaped my body into a new form, and I welcomed the change. He knew me as someone desirable, and when he touched me, I felt myself becoming that person. Someone worthy of love. Someone who deserved the intimacy and pleasure he offered.
“What time is it?” he murmured against my skin.
I looked at the clock on the wall. “4:15.”
“We have time,” he said. “Enough.” He sat back and touched my cheek. “Do you want to be good for me?”
I knew those words. They meant he was about to take control, and I would surrender to him joyfully. I swallowed. “Yes.”
“My sweet girl,” he said. “I want you to kneel on the floor.”
Trembling with anticipation, I slid off the sofa and knelt before him, hands clasped in my lap. He spread his knees, and I could see the shape of his erection, outlined by his wool trousers.
My mouth watered. I knew what would come next, and I wanted it.
“That’s right,” he said. “You’re eager for it, aren’t you? I want you to unbutton my pants.”
My hands shook as I reached forward and unfastened his trousers. My wrist brushed against his hard cock, and I felt it twitch in response.
“Good,” he said. “Now unzip me.”
I did as he said, tugging the tab of his zipper and revealing his black boxer-briefs. The fabric clung to his erection, showing me the thick shaft and the round head.
He slid one hand around the back of my head and cupped it there, holding me in place. His other hand slid into the waistband of his boxer-briefs and tugged it down, slowly, slowly, until his cock sprang free and rested, flushed and heavy, against his lower belly.
He fisted his other hand in my hair and tilted my head back, forcing me to look up at him. “Do you want to suck my cock, Regan?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice a ragged whisper.
“Should I let you?” he asked. “I don’t know that you’ll be any good. I wouldn’t want to waste my time.”
“I’ll be good,” I said. “Please let me. I’ll be—I’ll—”
“You’ll have to convince me,” he said.
I moved my hands to his thighs. He released my hair, and I looked down, at the apex of his thighs, at his arousal. I had never been this close to a hard penis, and I was both excited and intimidated. I didn’t want to do anything wrong and disappoint him.
I knew the basic mechanics, of course, from reading magazines and watching a little bit of porn, but putting it into practice was daunting. I slid my left hand around the base of his cock and gave it a tentative squeeze. It was firm, solid. I moved my thumb over the swollen vein on the underside, feeling the hot blood washing through it, and looked up at Carter to gauge his reaction.
He was watching me with hooded eyelids, face unreadable. No help there.
Using my hand to hold him steady, I leaned forward and licked the head of his cock. It tasted salty, not unpleasantly so. I ducked my head and used my tongue to trace the course of that fat vein from the base to the tip.
Carter’s hand tightened in my hair. “Less teasing,” he said.
I hadn’t intended to. I wanted to take my time to explore, but he was probably worried about his guests showing up. I slid my mouth over the head of his cock and gave a gentle suck. It was smooth beneath my tongue, and then felt crinkled where the head flared out over the shaft.
He inhaled, just the slightest click of noise in his throat, but I heard it and was encouraged. I wasn’t doing it completely wrong, then.
I just hoped I didn’t choke. Then he would know I hadn’t done this before.
I rubbed my tongue against the head, keeping my mouth soft. I wasn’t sure what to do next. I knew I wouldn’t be able to deep-throat him, and what looked so simple in porn turned out to be sort of daunting when I was expected to do it. I wasn’t sure how to coordinate my mouth and my hand, or how hard to suck, or what to do
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