Page 122 of Take This Heart
He grips the counter and moans my name. “You are so right.”
I grin, biting my bottom lip.
“It’s a burden I’d like to help you shoulder.” Another slide over his tip.
“Help me,” he rasps.
“What can I do to help?” I ask, my tongue slowly gliding up his length from root to tip.
He curses. “You can choke on my cock.”
I gasp and stare up at him as he fists my hair.
“Too much?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I’ve never been more turned on in my life.”
He grins and looks like a beautiful devil. “Then open wide.”
I lift higher to my knees, and my mouth pops open. I take him in halfway before withdrawing. My tongue swirls over him before I take him in deeper. I stare up at him for as long as I can and he stares at me, his head falling back when he bottoms out. My legs press together and I withdraw again, taking my time with him. He gets close and I slow things down again. And again. His movements get wilder and he tugs my head closer, greedy for more. I put my hands on his ass and inhale him. He thrusts into me and my eyes water.The next thrust, tears run down my face, but I want more. I hum and my cheeks hollow out, taking him deeper.
“You look…so…fucking…beautiful,” he pants. “I’m close, Goldie. So close.”
I feel him swell in my mouth and this time I don’t let up, holding on harder as he fucks my mouth. He lets out a sharp groan and comes hard, filling me up. I swallow, but it still drips out of my mouth. He stares down at me like he’s drugged then smears what dripped out over my top lip.
I drain him dry and my mouth comes off of him with a pop. He comes out of his stupor and lifts me up. His fingers deftly undo the long row of hook-and-eye closures and when it’s on the ground along with my panties, he picks me up. He starts the shower and sets me down carefully.
“You shouldered my massive burden with the skill of a champion,” he says, smiling as he leans in to kiss me. He pauses and pulls back. “I just need to check something.” His fingers move between my legs, and he smiles when he lifts them and they’re soaked. He puts his fingers in his mouth and licks them clean. “So good,” he hums. “We’ll need to take care of that right away.”
And he gets on his knees.
We make up for lost time all night long. Or maybe this is just what we do when we have a night together. As the sun starts to peek through the windows, we give in to sleep.
When we wake up, his hand is splayed over my stomach, claiming me, and I smile before my eyes ever open. He leans over and kisses my stomach, my breasts, my neck, my chin…
“What are you smiling about?” he asks.
“You love me.”
“I do.” I hear the smile in his voice. “You love me too.”
“I do.”
“Are we staying in this bed all day? I vote yes.”
“Well…actually…” I make a face. “I was going to meet Tully at Minnehaha Falls at eleven.”
“Perfect.” He starts to get out of bed and then pauses, looking back at me. “Wait…am I invited?”
I laugh and he reaches out and swipes his thumb over my bottom lip, grinning. “Yes, you’re invited!”
“Your lips are red and puffy…and so is your chin.”
“I can feel everywhere you’ve been,” I tell him, stretching out.
He winces. “Are you sore?”
“In the best kind of way.”
