Page 93 of Pucked Up Plans
Without further warning, she licks the tip of my cock, lapping up any trace of precum. It’s sloppy at first, like a kid with her first popsicle, but she needs only a few trails of her tongue down the shaft to correct her mistakes. And by then, I’m gone.
She brushes her tongue back and forth on the top, then the bottom, back to the top. She makes a rhythm all her own. She owns this blow job. Well, this part of it anyway.
Jutting my hips toward her, I enthuse, “Put it into your mouth. As far as it will go without gagging.” She follows my direction, opening her mouth wide to fit my dick in. As much as I want to plunge inside, I resist, trying to be the gentleman but unraveling quickly.
She somehow manages more than half in her mouth. Just as I’m about to give her more guidance, she gags. I withdraw astep back from the bed, my cock falling from her mouth, jutting straight out.
“I’m sorry,” Tate apologizes, a tear falling out of one eye.
“Hey, it’s fine.” I can’t quite read her expression, how she’s feeling about it. “Are you okay?”
She nods. “Yeah. Just embarrassed.”
I sit down on the bed, cognizant I’m still naked, and face her. Rubbing my fingers against her thighs, I comfort her with my actions and my words. “Don’t be. Please. It was good. See? Still hard.” In case she needs a reminder, I point to the evidence between us.
“It seems…painful.” The red color of her cheeks faints.
“Not going to lie. It kinda is.”
“I can try again,” she starts, leaning over. I stop her before she can get her mouth close. As much as release is imminent, I don’t want to push her too far.
“No, Tate. Another time. I can think of plenty of other ways to relieve this and get you another orgasm as well.”
Intrigued, exhilaration splays over her face.
“You got the condoms?”
“Yep. In my bag. Get undressed and comfortable. I’ll be right back.”
I don’t bother with clothes, and I make quick work of grabbing the box of condoms from my bag. Upon return, she’s nestled under the covers, her clothes piled on the chair in the corner.
As much as I tried not to let it, there’s a lot of expectation riding on this. For me. For her. For us. I plan to make it as good for her as possible. As long as I get to bury myself in her, I have no doubts I won’t enjoy it. I can’t wait to take this to the next level, to extend the physical connection we share to a more intimate one.
The box of condoms on the nightstand, I climb onto the bed, slipping under the covers next to her. I hold them up, drinking her in, soaking up every ounce of naked Tate Winchester. Her breasts, her curves, her body mine for the taking.
“You good?” I ask. I’ll only stop if she says no, but man, do I hope we don’t have to stop. Not when we’re this close.
“I’m not sure.” Her tiny voice sounds so insecure. I hate how she’s having doubts, but I understand.
“What will make you more sure?”
“I keep thinking about last time. The time I got pregnant. You’re not my ex, but this is a huge step. And there are consequences to our actions. It hasn’t been too much of a hardship to go without sex for the past six years. It’s not like it was any good.”
She gives me the opening I need.
Leaning on my elbow, I wait until she concentrates on me. “The one thing I can promise you is it will be good. Whatever it takes to make it the most pleasurable for you, I’ll do.”
“And the other?”
How do I convince her she won’t get pregnant? The risk is always there, no matter how many precautions put into place. She and I know better than anyone.
“Are you on the pill?” A shake of her head. “Really?”Oops.The word slips out. Thought it might be a given. The first thing Megan did after birthing Lennon was get on the pill.
“It seems stupid, but every time I went to the doctor, I couldn’t make myself bring it up. Since I swore off sex after getting pregnant, I figured it didn’t matter much.” She hesitates and worries her bottom lip into her mouth. “I wasn’t expecting you, Walsh. Certainly not now.”
I can’t resist a kiss on her forehead.
“I get it. I’m irresistible. You can admit it.” A shy smile finds its way onto her lips. I can work with that. “We’ll come back tothis later. Maybe it’s time to finally inquire about it.” I don’t want to put any pressure on her, but damn it. I want to have sex.
