“That’s right,” he whispered as he continued to jack his cock, keeping the tip on the shelf of her lower lip. “Nice to let the excitement build, isn’t it? Nice to savor it. Nice to know I’m eventually going to explode in your sweet mouth again after all these years.” His entire arm moved as he stroked his long cock and stared down at her. “Is that what you want, too, girl?”
Did she
ever
want it. She looked up at him gave a small nod of her head. She swallowed the saliva that was building in her mouth as her craving for him became overpowering.
“You’re so sweet,” he murmured. He stepped slightly closer. “Just put the head in your mouth.” He grunted in pleasure when she spread her lips wide around his girth as he pushed the heavy cockhead into her mouth. “Now use your tongue,” he instructed as he resumed stroking the shaft.
Genevieve fluttered her tongue over smooth, dense flesh. She was so hungry for his taste she went straight for the slit. She pressed with the tip of her tongue firmly, and was rewarded with a rough groan from Sean’s throat and the flavor of his pre-cum spreading in her mouth. When fluid stopped seeping onto her tongue, she gave the entire cockhead a hard polishing, never taking her eyes off the magnificent image of Sean as he watched her with a hyperalert focus.
He must have liked what she did, because he began to jack his cock faster. The sight was so intensely erotic that her nipples pulled tight in excitement. Not only her clit began to burn; the soles of her feet tingled in mounting arousal.
His eyes glittered dangerously when she began to draw on him as hard as she could, hollowing out her cheeks, hoping she could entice him to slide deeper.
She moaned when he flexed his hips and thick, throbbing flesh filled her mouth.
He tightened his hold on her skull. “Is that what you wanted, girl?” he drawled, a small smile pulling at his lips when he saw her eyes go wide. “If you tease, you’ll pay the price.” His fingertips pushed gently on her scalp. “Go ahead. Show me how you can suck on it.” He halted her by tightening his hold on her skull when she started to dip her head forward. She met his eyes. “Just focus on the first half of it.”
Genevieve nodded and drew back her head, sliding the delicious weight of his cock along her tongue. She fluttered her tongue over the smooth crown before she ducked her head forward, sinking him into her mouth to mid-staff. She closed her eyes and focused on the exquisite sensations of his texture, density, and taste on her tongue. Her lips tightened on him and she sucked thirstily.
He groaned when she maintained that hungry suction and began bobbing her head back and forth. She was so lost in the experience that she didn’t notice for several strokes that he’d tightened his hold on her hair, restraining her.
“Keep still again,” he grated out. She stopped with him lodged in her mouth, her lips at mid-staff. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him. She saw that a thin coat of perspiration glistened on his ridged abdomen and that his eyes looked aflame in his rigid face.
“Damn, you try me, girl,” he whispered roughly before he began thrusting his cock between her lips. Her pussy throbbed in excitement as he made free with her. He always withdrew before he touched her throat, but he wasn’t so gentle with her otherwise. He drove into her with increasing speed and force. The evidence of his excitement made her greedier. She drew on him and pressed up with her tongue against his throbbing, plunging cock until a low-level ache grew in her jaw and lips.
Still, she sucked hungrily . . . tempting and taunting him as he bucked between her lips . . . knowing if she was patient he would lose all restraint.
That
was what she wanted, she realized dazedly as she held on to Sean’s flexing buttocks with increasing desperation as he fucked her mouth. For him to feel so much pleasure, he forgot to be polite . . . for a brief, precious period of time, for
both
of them to be lost in his pleasure.
He filled her mouth with his hot, hard flesh. His other hand rose to hold her skull.
“Let me in now, girl,” he rasped.
He pushed his cock another inch into her mouth. She jerked slightly when he breached her throat.
“Shhh,” he whispered apologetically. One hand rubbed her scalp soothingly. Genevieve resisted an overwhelming urge to cough . . . to eject him from her throat. She forced herself to breathe evenly through her nose, and the sensation faded.
“That’s a girl,” he praised. He slid back on her tongue only to penetrate her throat again. This time, she took him easier. He growled and slid out of her, fucking her mouth shallowly while her body recovered from his intrusion. His strokes became rougher and more irregular as he neared climax. Her pussy flooded with liquid heat when she felt him swell in her mouth.
Mindless with excitement, she grasped the root of his cock with one hand and a smooth, dense ass cheek with the other. She stroked him rapidly while he plunged between her lips. A shout erupted out of his throat. The flavor of his warm cum filling her mouth made her desperate with hunger. She plunged her head forward, heedless of the pain that came from resisting his restraining hold on her hair.
His shout grew louder when she took him deep. Her throat convulsed around him and tears poured out of her eyes, but she refused to dislodge him as he erupted.
His hoarse shout segued into a hissing sound. He pulled back. Semen pooled on her tongue in irregular spills as she sucked him until he could give her no more.
He panted like he’d just finished a sprint. One hand caressed her hair as he slowly recovered. Genevieve made a sound of protest when he slid out of her mouth.
“Sean . . . no,” she whispered hoarsely.
He cradled her jaw with both hands and tilted up her face. “Lawd, did I do that?”
“What?” she asked, confused.
“Make your throat sound like you just swallowed sandpaper.”
Genevieve smiled. “Tasted a hell of a lot better than sandpaper.”
He chuckled and sunk to his knees before her. He gathered her in his arms and leaned back, making her knees rise into the air.
“Sean, put me down,” she rasped.
“Kiss me and I’ll think about it.”
She laughed and kissed him. “What are you so happy about?” she whispered next to his lips a moment later.
“Why shouldn’t I be happy? I’ve got a gorgeous woman in my arms, and she’s the champion of giving head.”
“Sean,” she chided. Embarrassment heated her cheeks, although she had to admit she was more than a little pleased by his off-the-cuff comment.
He just laughed more and set her down. He kissed her mouth lustily once, and then lingered in a caress. “Why shouldn’t I say it? It’s the gawd’s truth. And I want you to know something, girl.”
“What?” she asked. His hand encircled her throat and he stroked her gently, as if he could soothe her agitated vocal cords from the outside.
“I believe firmly in fair play in the bedroom.”
Genevieve went still in his arms. Her vagina clenched. Sean continued to stroke her, a sexy smile curving his firm lips.
“And I think I’ve got the perfect treat to pay you back, Genny.”
“Sean . . .”
But he was suddenly gone from her embrace. She remained on her knees, watching him as he strode to the kitchen. Her mouth fell open in awe. He looked as natural and magnificent in his nakedness as a sleek, powerful male animal stalking around its den. The firelight cast shadow and golden light on supple, rippling muscle. She couldn’t remove her eyes from the sight of his flexing ass.
He smiled at her a moment later when he returned. Genevieve saw the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Her brow wrinkled in confusion when he held up the bag of bing cherry chocolates.
“You know how much I love those things, Sean, but I wasn’t really in the mood for eating chocolate right now.”
He knelt next to her on the blanket. His hand rose to her breast, cupping the weight. He stroked her gently.
“Actually, I’m going to do the eating, girl.”
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
H
e leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her nipple. Gen evieve’s heartbeat skipped into overtime when she saw all the amusement had vanished from his expression when he lifted his tawny head. “Lie down on your back.”
She found it a bit difficult to take a full breath as she did what he asked. For a few seconds he remained on his knees, staring down at her. Genevieve noticed his sated cock lengthened next to his thigh.
“What are you thinking?” she whispered.
“I’m thinking you’re beautiful.”
She swallowed. “Thank you.”
“Genny?”
“Yes?”
“I was also thinking I wish I could restrain you.” She went entirely still at the casually spoken words. “But I said I wasn’t going to get fancy, and I meant it. For now anyway. Just you and me.” He jostled the bag of cherries. “These don’t count as sex toys. I’m just hungry,” he teased, saying hungry with an adorable New Orleans-accented growl.
Hon
gry.
She laughed. “You don’t like chocolate cherries.”
“No, but I love your pussy. Spread your legs, girl. Let me look at you.”
Genevieve held her breath as she opened her thighs. He moved between her legs. For a few seconds, he just studied her exposed sex. She swore his gaze had weight; it seemed to tickle and heat her wet pussy. She moaned softly and shifted her hips. Her movement seemed to break his trance. He reached into the bag and withdrew one of the balls.
The gourmet cherries had been covered in chocolate, and then dipped in a thin coat of crispy, hard candy. They looked like small, bright red balls. Genevieve loved the sweetness of the chocolate contrasting with the sourness of the crunchy candy coating and cherry.
Never in a million years would she have considered the candies to be erotic in appearance, but her pussy clenched in rising excitement at the sight of one of the balls between Sean’s thumb and forefinger. He lay down on his belly, his face hovering over her spread pussy.
He placed the cherry very carefully between her outer labia, wedging it between the lips directly on her clit. When she called out his name and shifted her hips in arousal, he stilled her with his hands on her hips and glanced up at her. She lifted her head.
“I want to make you feel good. But you have to promise me not to try to escape your pleasure, Genny. Stay still, now.”
She nodded even though the level of excitement mounting in her made her doubt her ability to carry out his wish.
He leaned down, his eyes still on her face. He placed the tip of his long tongue on the hard shell of the cherry and began to press it down on her clit.
“Oh . . . Sean,” she moaned shakily. It was an incredibly erotic sight, but it also felt delicious. Genevieve had thought before that his tongue was a gift sent straight from heaven, and she had that belief reaffirmed tenfold. He manipulated the ball of candy with expert precision, rolling it over her hypersensitive flesh just a fraction of an inch, back and forth, around and around, making it bob in and out, up and down . . .
Genevieve groaned and her head fell back. She lost track of time as Sean vibrated her clit with the hard surface of the candy, his firm, strong tongue a precise and relentless master. It felt decadent . . . voluptuous to lie there in that firelit room while such a beautiful man teased and tormented her pussy with a piece of candy. She cried out in excitement a while later when she felt his lips close on her labia and his tongue swiped over her clit.
She trembled on the edge of orgasm, but suddenly Sean was gone.
“I was about to come,” she murmured in protest. She lifted her head and stared down at him. He watched her while he chewed the cherry with a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin on his face.
“Hmmmm,” he purred. She saw his throat muscles convulse as he swallowed and had to resist an urge to put her fingers on her clit, her need to climax felt so acute. “Your pussy was melting the hard shell, so I had to eat it,” he explained, unfazed by her scowl. He reached for the bag of cherries. “Besides, I want you to cool down a bit. I’m liking this way too much.” She went still when he withdrew one red ball.
And then another.
Her hips shifted in restless excitement.
“You gotta promise to keep still, girl.”
She licked at the coat of perspiration on her upper lip. Her clit pinched painfully, needy for stimulation.
“I promise,” she whispered.
“Good.” He placed both hard balls right over her clit. His head lowered.
“Oh, God . . .
oh
,” Genevieve cried out. It felt unbearably exciting having both of the balls rolling and pressing against her clit, to have his warm tongue occasionally brush against her super-sensitized tissues. Her hips instinctively began to bounce up and down against the hard, rolling pressure. The soles of her feet burned nearly as hot as her clit. She bobbed her hips faster.
Sean made a low, growling sound that caused a shiver to run up her spine. His big hands spread along her hips and pressed them down firmly into the blanket. Genevieve began to keen uncontrollably. The sensation was so sharp that she struggled against his hold as bliss threatened to overwhelm her.
Sean held her without reprieve, though.
There was nothing to do but let go . . . to release all remnants of control.
She felt a slight give in the pressure of the hard balls, and suddenly Sean’s hot mouth covered her. She vaguely realized that the friction and heat of her blood-engorged flesh and Sean’s industrious tongue had melted the hard shell. Warm chocolate spread on her. Briefly, he closed his mouth, his lips still pressed to her labia and clit. She felt him moving as he chewed and swallowed the candy, the sensation keeping her right on the knife’s edge of climax.
Then his heat was back on her. He applied a gentle suction that caused her to plunge into orgasm. Then he began to rub her clit briskly with his tongue and Genevieve’s shout turned into a desperate scream.