Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Oh fuck. Please.”
His pleading egged me on as I leaned forward to tenderly brush my lips against his thigh and hip and belly because the very act was precious to me—he was becoming precious to me.
29
LARK
I was sitting bare from the waist down and on display in front of him. Not that Henry hadn’t seen my cock before, but this was different. This was his first time, and I didn’t want him to feel indebted to me or anxious.
When our eyes met, a spark of longing flared in his irises, and that helped settle my stomach. Still, my bottom lip quivered in anticipation.
I nearly came unglued as he outlined my belly button with his tongue. I didn’t know what it was about him seeming so confident right then, but I felt on fire as I squirmed beneath his touch. When he finally settled between my legs, my knees trembled as I panted openly with raw need.
He angled closer, and his hot breath fanning across my cock felt like a shock to my system. But when he kissed the tip of my cock almost reverently, I moaned so noisily I was afraid anyone outside the door would hear. His hand covered my mouth to shush me, but there was amusement in his eyes, along with what seemed like awe for having elicited that desired effect.
“I know I’m probably moving too slow,” he murmured. “I’m just trying to be in the moment…show you how much I want this.”
“No, it’s…” Making me lose my mind. “It’s all right. No complaints from me.”
I could only give the hint of a nod as his mouth hovered closer to me, his lips a breath away from my skin. My chest heaved with eagerness.
“Cool,” he replied as he stared at my dick. When his fingertips trailed through the hair at my groin, I had trouble forming words because it was so tender, so…real. Just him figuring stuff out.
I strangled out a curse word when he slid his tongue up the length of my cock, then backed away. As if testing it out.
“Is that okay?” he asked, looking up at me.
“Fuck yes. Any…anything you want to do is okay,” I stuttered.
He licked again and again, his tongue circling the tender flesh at the underside of my glans, and I was adrift. Adrift in a fog of achiness and longing.
I buried my fingers in his hair just as he fit the head between his lips and sucked. He moaned at the taste of me, and holy fuck, his raw response to giving head for the first time might have been the single most arousing thing about him.
“Feels so good,” I breathed out, and that was all the acknowledgment he seemed to need. He tried to fit more of my shaft in his mouth, and I could feel the hint of teeth before he sheathed them, but I didn’t mind that. It was like a good, visceral burn.
He alternated between sucking and flicking his tongue against me, and it didn’t take me long to draw nearer to breaking point.
“Jesus Christ…so fucking close.” I got that swooping feeling in my stomach, like I was about to plunge off the edge.
He held the base of my shaft as he bobbed against my length, and I rocked against his mouth, out of my mind with need. I could only hope I wasn’t being too rough.
His mouth and hand provided a sloppy friction that built to an all-consuming level. I wanted to live right there in that bubble of perfect bliss. Before I knew it, pinpoints of light danced around the edges of my vision, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Fuck, Henners…fuuuuuuck.” I tried angling away from him, but he gripped my thighs and held still as I unloaded in his mouth. And hell, I couldn’t even wrap my brain around what this was doing to me, him being willing to swallow my come.
I was too busy trying to get control of my quavering stomach and knees as I floated back to the land of the living. When I finally had the wherewithal to look down, come was leaking over Henry’s chin. I swiped at it with my thumb.
As I softened in his mouth, he drew away and panted with widened eyes. “It tastes salty.”
“Too much?” I asked around a raw throat.
“No, I liked it.” He smirked. “I want to do it again.”
“Well, you’ve killed me, so…nowhere remotely ready for more.”
He chuckled as he stood and stretched.
“Do you need me to…” He looked painfully hard behind his zipper. “Will you come on my stomach?”
He quickly undid his jeans and pushed down his underwear. I lay back on the bed, catching my breath and watching him. He stepped forward with his cock in hand, already jerking himself off. It didn’t take him long to cry out and spurt all over my belly.