Page 186 of Back in the Saddle

Turned on by this (or more turned on by it than I already was), I went after the other nipple, and God, what a journey across the furred hills and valleys of his chest (stupendous).

Then down.

I took my time at his boxed abs (Lord,scrumptious, especially the way they tensed and rippled under my attention).

I could do that for hours, days…

But I went down again.

And I pulled at his boxer briefs.

His thick, pretty cock sprang up, I got a good look at it, and…

Fuck yes.

It was just as perfect as the rest of him.

I grabbed hold, emboldened by his soft groan and softer, “Honey.”

I licked the tip, I stroked the shaft with my hand, I lifted my eyes to his burning ones, and once our gazes caught, I deep throated him.

That groan was so powerful, I could feel it in my mouth.

The wet between my legs got a whole lot wetter.

Better, his head fell back and the muscles in his neck tensed, veins popping out.

Oh yeah.

Giving head to Eric was gonnarock.

I sucked and bobbed and stroked, and sometimes gave myself a break to lick.

I was into it. I was feeling it. The low, sexy noises Eric made told me he was definitely feeling it. I loved how his big, strong body grew more and more tense around me. I loved what I was giving him, I loved how much he liked it, and I loved that he was all out there showing he did.

So I was squirming and wet and way getting off on what I was doing.

And then I wasn’t doing it anymore.

I’d been pulled up his body, rolled…

In one blink, my panties were gone.

In the next, Eric rolled back, taking me with him, pulling me up, up andup, until I had to sit up or I’d go through the wall.

And once I did, I was sitting on his face, his hands at my hips bearing me down, and he was eating me out.

Yes!

“Oh God, baby,” I whispered, my head falling back.

Men could be bad at this. Sloppy. Lazy. Going through the motions in hopes of getting the same in return.

Eric, my astonishing overachiever, strove for greatness, and make no mistake, he attained it.

He pulled me just off his mouth before he ordered roughly, “Lose the nightie, Jessie.”

I broke records ripping off my nightie.

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