Page 18 of Replay
She peeped up at Spook.His lips were drawn into a narrow pucker.It wasn’t a look she knew how to interpret.
Anticipation.
Restlessness.
Anguish.
“I love you,” she murmured, dipping her head to sweep her tongue across his balls and then the base of his shaft.
She was making herself nervous.Thinking that she’d muck things up.Sputter.Fail to get it right.
“Lick the crown.Circle your mouth around it.Around and around.Nnngh!That’s it.Fuck that feels good.Don’t stop now.”
Just the tip.He wasn’t really in her mouth at all, but she could hear how his breath caught.She’d got too hyper focused on one thing, when it just wasn’t necessary.
“Now suck.”
She closed her mouth over him.Let him slide into the pocket of her cheek.
The noises he made were of pure bliss.
“That’s good.That’s so good.Can you take a little more?”
She could.If she tilted her head a little bit.
“Should I be asking whose cock you’ve been sucking?”
She wasn’t exactly in a position to answer.Surely he knew; there was nobody else for her.Only him.And she wanted him deeper.
So deep.
Her eagerness lodged him against the back of her throat.Alle fought her instinctive reaction.Trusted him.Let him occupy that space, and then pulled in a breath as he withdrew.
“I want to come in your throat, Alle.Is that what you want too?”
It was, but she’d be lying if she wasn’t fighting the urge to pull back and gasp for breath.
“Okay,” he sighed.“Let’s do this gently.You’re in control, Alle.Take as much or as little as you can.”
There were tears in her eyes already.
“We can make this as slow as you like.”
That wasn’t necessarily better.
“Or, if you trust me, it’ll take me less than a dozen strokes to come.You feel so fucking good around me.Nnnr.As you swallow, I can feel that pull.It’s incredible.Is your pussy going to feel this good, this soft and welcoming, when we eventually fuck?”
It wasn’t a promise, but it was the first time he’d voiced the possibility that it might actually happen.He’d pinned it to their future timeline.No affixed date, but a bright beacon on the horizon that he actually thought about and would eventually arrive.
She’d be anything he wanted her to be.Anything.
“Do you trust me, Alle?I want to come now.I want it so very much.If you do, lift up your right hand.If you want me to stop dig your nails in hard.”
She lifted her hand up.
“You precious angel.”
His hands were no longer fastened upon the sofa back, but enclosed over the back of her head.Holding her.Steadying her as he lifted.Thrust.Driving deep.Jack-hammering back.Plunging in.His breath becoming a ragged tear.Finesse abandoned in favour of speed.
