Page 43 of When You Least Expect It
“There’s nothing stopping you from doing it again,” I told him, my tongue licking his lower lip.
“I’m more interested in taking this to the bedroom, so that I can kiss your other lips,” he said, and it took everything in me not to shout out yes in a victory cry.
However, after making him doubt himself last night, I wanted Myer to know that I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.I wanted there to be no confusion or misunderstandings, and though it’d been sweet for Myer to make it clear that he’d stop if I wanted him to, he never would have made that statement unless he believed that I might still be having doubts.
Looking down, I grabbed his wrist, then pulled his hand away from where he was clenching his towel tightly.As soon as the terry cloth fell away, I let out a shaky breath, wondering how that thing was going to fit inside me.Not only did Myer have a lot to be grateful for, but I couldn’t remember the last time that I’d had sex, so nothing was going to just slide right on in down there.
When I reached down to take him in my hand, Myer let out the sexiest groan ever, and I did love me a vocal man.He was also hot and thick in my palm, and I could only hope that he knew what he was doing with this thing.It’d be a shame to be so blessed, yet so inept.
Like a gentleman, as soon as I started lowering to my knees, Myer said, “Baby, you don’t have to do that.I’m ready to head into the bedroom right now.Or the couch, kitchen table...wherever.”
“How very noble of you,” I teased.“However, Iwantto do this, Myer.I really, really do.”
“Then don’t let me stop you,” he rushed out thankfully.
He replied just like any red-blooded male would, but I wasn’t faulting him for that; not when I wanted him to return the favor.
When I was finally on my knees, I worked the base of his dick as I took him into my mouth, and Myer’s hands automatically slid through my hair, letting out another deep groan as his hips began to move.Luckily, he was allowing my mouth to adjust to his thickness, saving the choking sounds for later.
“Christ, baby,” he hissed under his breath.“You look so fucking good down there.”
I couldn’t say much with my mouth full of him, so I just concentrated on doing my best to drive him out of his mind, his clean scent and taste pleasant like the rest of him.I also liked how his happy trail matched his dark hair, and I especially liked how comfortable he was with his masculinity.While I could appreciate a man that took care of himself, I wasn’t interested in dating a man that took longer to get ready than I did.I had no desire to share moisturizers with my boyfriend; but that was just me.
Using my hand, tongue, and lips to work his length, I did my best to keep things classy.While I was turned on enough to want it rough, I needed to work up to that.Again, I couldn’t remember the last time that I’d had sex, and that was a pretty sorry state of affairs.
Myer was also too big to go buck wild on our first time.I knew my body well enough to know that I needed to ease into this, and that included what I was doing to him right now.Giving head involved a lot of effort, and I knew that my jaw was going to be sore in the morning.
“I’m going to cum if you keep that up,” he warned, his voice an octave lower.“Calista, I mean it.”
I wrapped my lips around him tighter, my hand twisting at the base, determined to make him cum.I wanted to make this good for him, and it would also make things good for me.After all, everyone knew that a man lasted longer once he got that first climax out of the way.
“Baby...I mean it,” he kept on.“I’m going to cum if you don’t stop.”
His hands tightened in my hair when he finally realized that I wasn’t going to let up, and it wasn’t a few moments later that Myer was erupting down my throat, his ropes of cum a lot thicker than I’d been anticipating.Still, I did my best to swallow all of him, and he really was making a beautiful mess of my mouth.I also didn’t mind swallowing in the least.I could appreciate dirty sex just as much as the next girl.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, sounding out of breath.“I think I’m going to have to sit down.”
That got a laugh out of me.“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Looking down at me, Myer reached for my shoulders to help me stand, and he looked sexy and completely satisfied.He also looked relieved, and I could only hope that it was because he wanted this to work just as much as I did.
“I can’t wait to make it to the bedroom,” he said, already walking me back towards the couch.“I mean, I’ll do my best if that’s what you prefer, but I’m not sure if you realize just how far away the bedroom is when I want you so fucking much.”
“The couch is fine with me,” I told him eagerly.“After all, I’m not the one that’s going to have to steam clean it.”
Myer just smirked.“We can always use the kitchen table.”
“Where people eat?”
“Oh, I plan on eating, baby,” he said wolfishly.“I plan on devouring my dessert.”
Shivers ran down my spine, and despite my job title and what I did for a living, being sprawled out on his table with his face between my thighs sounded like the beginning of world peace.Yeah, the hard surface might be rough on my back, but I’d worry about that later.Right now, I wanted Myer to deliver on all his wicked promises.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” I said, and the look on Myer’s face rivaled that of a child’s on Christmas morning.
Then, before I could say anything more, a very naked Myer Justus was grabbing my hips, lifting me to wrap my legs around his waist, then was escorting me towards the kitchen.Not saying a word, I wrapped my arms around his neck, then just held on as he walked me over to the table effortlessly.
“You know, my original plan had been to wine and dine you a few more times before we got to this,” he said, and I couldn’t help but smile.
