Page 53 of Man Hands
His deep, manly voice gives me a full-body shiver. No one has ever talked to me as if I was desirable. No one. Steven treated me with indifference. And the few lovers I had before him were all verygentle.
It seems wrong to gripe about gentleness. But Tom’s big hands aren’t so careful as he tilts my head to perfect our connection. The way he touches me is a revelation. He makes me feel like it’s okay tocravethis.
Svenka likes it a little rough sometimes.Whoknew?
“Missed you, baby,” he says,straighteningup.
Now I’m eye level with his belt buckle. So I reach up and undo it with eager fingers. I unzip him too. And his erection is right there, hard and stretching against the cotton of his underwear. He looks uncomfortable in there. So I do what’s necessary—free him by pushing the offending fabric out of the way. His very hard dick stands up straight, and it’s almost like asalute.
I salute him back, because that’s justpolite.
Tom chuckles. “See anythingyouwant?”
Do I ever. I want… “Your cock,” I breathe. Because Svenka would say italoud.
“Where do you want it?” Tom asks. Then he puts one of those wide hands on top of my head and gathers my hair into his hand. “Suck me, honey,”hesays.
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Top 10 Truths Learned While Giving Tom a BJ
1. I would have thought that Tom ordering me to blow him would feel demeaning. But it’s reallyjusthot.
2. And anyway, if I didn’twantto use my tongue to lick him from base to tip, he’d be fine with that. I trust Tom. Fuck, I really do. That’s why I’m treating his penis like my favorite ice cream flavor right now. And his moans are better than a double scoop of coconut almondfudge.
3. When I named my blog Brynn’s Dips and Balls, I was really ontosomething.
4. I haven’t done this in a long time. But Svenka somehow knows what to do. It’s just like riding a bike,right?
5. Tom’s dick tastes much better than a bike. When my tongue meets the tip of him, I get a hint of salt and musk. And when I close my lips around the head, he’s heavy on mytongue…
6. There is nothing sexier than the man who’s begun to fuck my mouth in slow strokes because he just can’t helphimself.
7. Gag reflexes are real. When I’m a little too eager to please, my eyes start to water. Tom’s hand eases up on my hair immediately, and his hips go still. I ease back and regain my equilibrium. And that hand slides kindly over my hair, waiting patientlyforme.
8. When I begin to suck him again, he makes noises like the world is ending. I look up to watch, and the look of pleasure on his face just slays me. My eyes are still watering, but my goddamn emotions might have something to dowithit.
9. Svenka wouldn’t let emotions get in the way ofhotelsex.
10. I’m notSvenka.
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“Lie back, honeybunch.”Tom’s voice is rough as he nudges me onto the bed. But his words aregentle.
I add number eleven to my mental list of truths.It’s possible for sex to be rough and gentle at thesametime.
That is so confusing. I feel almost dizzy as I make myself more comfortable on the mattress. Meanwhile, he kicks off his trousers and hastily casts aside the rest of hisclothing.
He isbeautiful.
I’m notworthy.
This famous naked man climbs onto the bed with me. He gives me a boyish smile as he tugs the tie of my wrap dress open. “Holy. Fuck,” he says. There is awe in his voice as my dress pools around me. It’s his first glimpse of my new lingerie, which is made entirely of lengths of ribbon. “Howdidyou—”
“—get this on? I tied one end to a doorknobandspun.”
His eyes crinkle in the corners when he smiles. And then his eyes merge together like acyclops.
