“No, but if you want to know what I like, how to make it really good, I can guide you.” He waited for my reply, and I could tell he wasn’t judging, just asking if I wanted guidance.
“That might be helpful.”
“Okay.”
“What is lesson one?” I gripped him and gave a soft tug that was still firm enough to make his head sink back.
“Just like that, Stephanie.” I tightened my grip on him a little more and listened to the way his breathing changed. “Do you want my mouth on your cock now?”
“Not yet. Fuck, don’t stop.” His words were a hiss, and I felt that twinge all over again.
“You just tell me when you want to stick your cock in my mouth, sir, and I’ll let you in.” That was really just a tease and nothing more. I was getting the idea about how to tease a man into passion.
His eyes cut down to my lips, and his fingers teased at them. “Open, Stephanie.”
That was definitely a command, and he held my chin as I opened my lips for
his entry. My tongue snaked out to lick at the thumb still on my chin as I moved
my head forward.
I opened my lips to him, and he moved forward to thrust into my open mouth
with precision. He didn’t miss at all, and I closed my mouth around him but didn’t move. I wanted his instructions.
“Now, suck me, Stephanie. Suck my dick.” At any other time, I’d have slapped him then shuddered at his crudity, but right now, it only enhanced the delight I felt, my desire.
I pulled my cheeks in and sucked at him as I worked my way up his length
and let my tongue cup him from the bottom.
I placed my hand at the base of his cock, circled around his girth to hold him in place as I went back down. I increased my pace every time his breath hissed in between his teeth or he groaned, until I heard him moan and fall back against the door. Then, I kept doing what I was doing, lost in the sounds he made in the way he thrust into my mouth.
Mr. Dark’s hips moved in time with my head, his thrusts not gentle at all.
He’d lost control, and he moved in time with my mouth’s suction.
“Fuck. Stephanie.” My lips were going numb, but I didn’t care, so when he
pulled away, out of my mouth way too quickly, I protested.
“Why did you stop?”
“Later, Stephanie. I want to look at you.” I was confused until he moved, and I stepped back. I fell onto the bed, and he followed me until he reached the edge.
His fingers traced up my legs and to my thighs. “Open.”
I thought he was going to fuck me, to finally do the one thing I wanted most from him, but he didn’t; he just traced the insides of my thighs and pulled my hand down to him as his fingers traced my folds.
He’d positioned himself at the side of the bed, and I soon figured out he wasn’t going to fuck me. Instead, his lips met the sensitive skin between my legs, and his tongue slid along me until he found just the right spot.
“Fuck! Oh fuck, that’s it. No, fuck no, don’t stop!” He’d found my clit and paused, until I repeated fuck far more than I ever had before. Then, when I’d urged him on enough, his tongue flicked at me, and I lost every thought in my head. He moaned and thrust into my hand, so I gripped at him, not really paying
attention.
My nipples tightened, and I tugged at them with my empty hand which didn’t ease the ache at all; it only made it worse, and I cried out in frustration, my hips a wild wave of movements as his tongue fucked with my head.
I was on the verge of an orgasm, I knew that now; he’d taught me well in our short time together, and I held my breath as the pressure built inside of me.
Tight, good, it felt like it would consume me, if I didn’t soon explode. I panted, I mewled, I did it all until, at last, I felt that rush, the flutter that soon spread to my entire body, straight up to my brain.
I heard a grunt of satisfaction, but I didn’t care as again and again waves pulsed through me, throughout my entire body. My back was bowed, my nipples were as tight as they’d ever been, and my pussy absolutely convulsed within me.
I felt as if I was about to turn inside out, or I’d die, but it was too good to stop. I was not me; I was only what he allowed me to be, until I didn’t even think I existed anymore. I just was.
“Once you’ve recovered, my dear, we can take care of me.”
“You smug fuck!” I tried to say, but it only came out as a croak of laughter. I rolled the arm over my eyes up enough to glare at him as I came back down to earth. His succulent lips trailed across my hot thighs, and he inhaled my scent, before he swiped at me again with that tongue of his and made me jump. “Stop, you bastard!”
He laughed as he got up and came to rest beside me in the bed. “Aren’t you
hurting?”
“I am, but I’ll live. I want you to be relaxed. I’ve missed you.” His nose pushed into the soft skin of my neck, and he kissed me. “I’m glad your family is better, but I missed you.”
Ah. I’d wondered what Roxie had told him. Mostly the truth apparently.
Good, there’d been no reason to lie. He rolled over into me, into my heat, and I felt him still hot and hard against my hip.
