Page 49 of Light in the Dark
"What else?"
His eyes open and his fists smack into the bed at his sides, and he bucks into my hands as I plunge them down his cock in a slow hand-over-hand movement. "More."
"More what?"
His glacier-blue eyes fix on mine, warring, fraught, conflicted. “I…”
I lick his salty flesh from the crease of his thigh to his navel. "I want to hear you ask for what you want, Felix." I lick the same line again, and then inward an inch, closer to his cock—my cheek nuzzles along his shaft. "Ask me. Tell me. Tell me what you want."
“Your mouth," he growls, "I need your mouth, Ember."
I lick him on the other side, and then grin up at him. "Ask…and you shall receive."
Eyes locked on his, I pull his shaft away from his belly, cupping it so I can lick the underside of it from balls to tip. His belly curls in and his balls tug up against his shaft as he tenses, anticipating…
There's no teasing, now. I give him what he asked for—my mouth, rolling over his fat, leaking head, tasting his smoky, salty, tangy pre-cum on my tongue.
"Oh, fuck," he snarls. "Ember, fuck—fuck!”
I let him pop free, grinning at him as he stares down his body at me in awe. "How's that feel?"
"Too fucking good."
"I can make it even better."
His groan is disbelieving. "Feels like heaven already."
I laugh. "It can get better."
"How?"
"Like this."
I take him in my mouth again and cup his balls in both hands, massaging them as I slide my lips down his shaft, taking as much of him as I can—which isn't much; I have a quick gag reflex. I make up for not being able to throat much of his impressively long cock by eagerly suctioning around his head, slopping as far down as I dare and back up.
He bucks up suddenly, groaning, and I know he's building toward that orgasm I'm so greedy for. I keep cradling and caressing and squeezing his tender soft heavy balls in one hand while grasping his thick, pulsing root in the other, my mouth busily and messily glomming around his glans, my tongue swiping and smearing and licking with each bob of my head.
He grunts raggedly and his hands settle on my shoulders; I reach up and guide them into my hair. He gathers my long, loose hair, wraps the thick mass of it around one fist and rests the other on the back of my neck.
"Mmmmmm," I hum, smiling up at him as I let him pop free of my mouth. "Show me how you want it, Fee. Take it from me."
"God, Ember, you're so fucking sexy, Jesus. I don't deserve this—don't deserve you.”
"Shut the fuck up with that," I snap. "You do. You deserve this. You know why? Because I'm choosing to give it to you. The only words I wanna hear are encouragement. Tell me how good it feels. Tell me when you're coming."
"Yes ma'am," he says, grinning at me for the first time since we started this.
"Good boy," I tease. "Now show me how you want it."
"Open your mouth for me," he mutters.
I part my lips, gazing up at him from beneath my eyebrows. "Like this?"
“Yeah," he murmurs, "Just like that."
"I need your cock, Fee," I whisper. "Fucking give it to me right now."
He growls, guiding me down to his cock. I stick out my tongue so it’s the first thing he feels, and I keep my eyes locked on his, barely daring to even blink. His silky soft, hard-as-iron cock slides over my tongue, and I taste his flesh and then I taste his pre-cum as he starts to fill my mouth.
