Page 75 of Feels Like Love
“Mm-hmm. Grip me a little harder.” A muscle in his neck twitched, and I loved the feeling of watching him unravel. Of knowing that he was closer to losing control and all because of what I was doing to him.
I was touching him. He was naked. I was almost naked. Oh my god. Was this really happening?
The longer we sat there, the more my confidence increased. I kept playing with different techniques, finally going for it and kissing the tip. Licking up the bottom side of his shaft, feeling the veins with my tongue. He was so big. I wasn’t sure how I was possibly going to fit all of him in my mouth.
“Oh god,” he moaned, his eyes glued to mine.
“Tell me what to do,” I said, gliding my hands up and down his shaft.
“Just keep doing what you’re doing. Experiment. Everything feels…so good.” He shuddered.
I grinned and lowered my mouth once more. I kept varying the pressure and speed and suction to see how he’d react until I found what made him grip the sheets and groan with pleasure. Occasionally he’d offer guidance, but for the most part, his words were encouraging. “Yes.” “More.” “Fuckyes.” It made me feel like a freaking superstar.
I bobbed around the tip, licking and sucking as I gripped the rest of his shaft with my hand. His lips parted, eyes glued to mine. He was… God, he was so sexy. And I wanted to climb on top of him and see if he felt as good as I imagined. All that glorious skin—naked and warm. His muscles rippling, clenching, back arching as he struggled to hold on. I tried to commit each and every detail to memory, wishing I could grab my camera.
My core was throbbing, a bundle of nerves wound tight. The ache growing with every stroke, every sigh. I wanted to trap a pillow between my legs and ride my way to climax.
Instead, I settled for making him come. I had a feeling he was close. At least if the way his hands clenched the sheets was any indication.
Then he said, “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come,” and tried to pull out, but I wouldn’t let him.
I kept sucking and working him, until warmth spurted down my throat. Salty. Sweet.Him.
I grinned, loving the way I could read him so easily. I wondered if it was because I knew him so well, but it wasn’t like we’d ever done anything like this. Even so, it felt…natural.
Finally, he placed his hand on my shoulder, chuckling. “Okay.” He laughed, flashing me a boneless smile. “Okay. You have to stop.”
I sat back and wiped the corner of my mouth. “Any tips?”
He surprised me by wrapping his free hand behind my neck and pulling me down for a kiss. It was gentle and sweet. “None,” he sighed. “That.” He gave me another kiss. “Was. Fucking.” One more. “Amazing.”
He let out a breath that seemed to release all his cares, and I smiled and said, “Good.”
“Worth the calories?” he teased, quoting Prue from GBBO.
“Oh my god.” I laughed, feeling much more at ease. “Yes. But seriously—” I tapped a finger to my chin “—are there calories in sperm?”
He lifted a shoulder. “Maybe, though I imagine it’s not many.”
“Mm.” I licked my lips. “Creamy and low-fat.”
He groaned, and I laughed. It felt as if it was an ordinary night hanging out. Not like I’d just stripped Bennett naked and watched him come as I sucked his cock.
“So…” I smiled, and his lips mirrored my own. “Any suggestions?”
He shook his head, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen him so relaxed. Especially not these past few weeks. “None.”
“None?” I frowned. “Are you sure?” That seemed way too easy.
“Yes.” He laughed, standing from the bed, glancing around as if searching for something. “I’m sure. Wasn’t my enjoyment obvious?”
“Yeah, but…”
“But what?” He stood there, completely naked. Completely unabashed. His confidence was sexy as hell. I wanted to be as confident as Bennett was. Though it was easy to see why. Those thick thighs, dusted with blond hair. Trim waist with the V that led down…there. I swallowed hard, consumed with the intimate knowledge of his taste.
“Wren?” He tilted his head to the side, and I remembered he’d asked me a question.
“Um, nothing.”
