Page 48 of Pervade Montego Bay
“No.” He broke into a dashing smile as though all the tension was slipping away.
“How’s this?” I stroked his cock while watching his expression, gauging his reaction, knowing this was a balance between exploration and coaxing.
Ballad could break out of this trance and pull away. I needed him to stay with me. To trust this. Trustme.
Kneeling before him, I leaned forward and ran my tongue around the ridges of his balls, lavishing pleasure that made them tighten in my mouth—letting his cock hang with tension, teasing him. He gripped himself to cope with the pleasure. Wrapping my hand over his, I pumped him long and hard and fast and he grimaced as though in pain, but his throaty groan revealed desire.
My lips met the tip of his head. I opened my mouth wide and slid his cock all the way to the back of my throat as I stared up at him.
This felt as pure as it got—an unspoken trust, a spectacular intimacy.
He pressed his hands against the glass of the stall to brace himself as he studied me with intrigue. A flash of affection appeared in his eyes, along with wonder as he watched me deep-throat him until his body was trembling and his breaths were short and sharp, his moans echoing around us.
He tasted of falling water and pre-cum, his heady cologne evaporating in the steam, his cock filling my mouth with profound dominance.
The taste of hope and salvation.
The taste of a truer freedom.
He gripped the back of my head and forced me to go faster and take him deeper. My moan resonated around his girth, making him quiver. He needed to remain in control. To know all the power was still his to command.
I pulled back and pushed to my feet
“I’m not ready for…” He looked uncertain.
“When the time comes you can fuck me.”
“When the time comes?”
“We need lube.”
“Right. I don’t have it.”
I cupped his face in my hands, just as he’d done to me. “We’ll take it slow.”
“That’s good. That’s…a good plan.”
“Are you okay?’
“I haven’t…since…Victoria.”
I took his hand and wrapped his palm around my erection. “Here.” With my hand clasping him tightly, we pleasured each other.
James leaned in for a kiss and I pulled back. He looked at me inquisitively.
“Promise you won’t regret this,” I whispered.
“Never.”
Peering into his eyes for the truth, I gave a nod, but it was more for me than it was him. Opening up and offering my heart to a virtual stranger was madness, yet it was exhilarating and everything I needed but hadn’t believed possible.
I let him have that kiss, our tongues tangling, our lips firm and demanding; his smile against my mouth sending a shiver down my spine.
“James, can we go to the bedroom?”
“This is happening?”
“Only if you want it to.”
