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I nod vigorously.
“Tell me.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “More than okay.”
“Anything that isn’t?”
“No.” My voice is hoarse. His hand reaches down and cups my hard cock.
I suppress a whine. Because I want him to move—or I want to move—but I’m trapped by the delicious torture of his lips kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear, nibbling on the outside shell, sucking on the lobe.
He rams me harder against the door, manhandling me and positioning me where he wants me. My face is pressed against the wood, cool under my cheek. With my eyes closed, I writhe against him as his hand expertly undoes my pants and frees my erection.
His calloused fingers on my skin make me shiver. I want more of his touch, of his exploration.
Cool air hits the back of my neck, and I realize he’s stepped back so he can push my slacks down. Underwear, too. And one of those talented fingers—literallytalented fingers—slides down my crease. With the other hand, he tugs up my shirt, and suddenly I have a beautiful man kneeling behind me, kissing the dimples above my ass, palming it, and oh god, he’s going to—
He licks down my crease, spreading my ass cheeks as he goes, and it feels so fucking good I slump into the door.
I’m also very happy I made sure I was super clean before we left.
Jules chuckles against my skin. “You’re ready for this.”
I nod into the door. “Oh god,” I whimper. “That feels so—”
But I don’t finish my sentence, because he’s licking my hole, and the nerves there are intensely happy. As he explores me with his tongue, I’m reduced to a sobbing mess. It’s sensory overload. It’s too much. And it’s bliss.
“You. Need to stop,” I finally moan, looking over my shoulder at him. “Or I’m coming right now.”
He grins up at me. “I’m not opposed to that.” He tilts his head. “But what’s this you say about yoga? How flexible are you really?”
“Quiteflexible,” I say. “Wanna see?” He steps back and lets me move away from the door.
He nods, his face serious.
“Okay. Um, well. This is downward dog.” I keep my feet and heels flat on the floor and fold in half, placing my palms in front of me. I feel goofy having my ass out with my pants around my ankles, but Jules places a hand on my thigh, then caresses upward, squeezing my ass when he gets there.
“Interesting position.”
“There’s also this,” I say. I get on my back and push up into bridge position. My hands press flat on the floor, my feet shoulder-width apart, as I hold my torso steady.
“What do we do with this?” he asks, amused, trailing his hand around my cock. “We could get creative.”
“Or this,” I say, and get into a modified warrior pose with my hand on the floor, my legs not separated entirely. “You can just come up behind me—”
“No more talking,” Jules growls. I can see the thick ridge in his own tight jeans. “We shall be trying all of those.”
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I point out.
“Let’s fix that.” He falls backward on the floor, and I kind of collapse onto him, scrambling to take his clothes off. I’m still mostly dressed, but he helps me get his jeans unbuttoned and shoved down, and now I’m looking at his perfect dick—hard and long, with a dark vein on the underside.
I can’t resist. I lick a stripe from balls to tip, then swirl my tongue around the crown.
And I start sucking.
Now it’s his turn to writhe, helpless, as I straddle his knees to suck him off.
Using a hand to stroke him while I suck, I take my other finger and press behind his balls, messing with his taint, trying to see what he likes. I know what I like—which is a lot of hard suction—and I go with that.
