Page 86 of Unbreakable
I took a teasing lick journey over the tender skin. “Hmm?”
“I didn’t cook you dinner so you’d blow me.”
I bobbed my mouth on his cock a few times to his groans. “Maybe this is what I want.”
He sucked air through his teeth, looking to the ceiling and shaking his hands like he was trying to keep control. “You want to blow me?”
“I love giving you head, Dylan. You know that.”
“You do?” he asked as I went harder, hollowing my cheeks and slurping. “Shit, J.”
I popped off. “I love having this control over you. Of being able to just be the two of us, zoning into each other, being the one to make you lose it.”
“Fuck, that’s hot, Jeannie.” He closed his eyes and let me work for a while. “I like eating you for the same reason.”
I raised my eyebrows at him, willing him to talk while I was overwhelming him.
“You’re this goddess when I eat you out. It’s just us, me focusing on you. Making you let go of all the ways you’ve become so tightly wound.” He whimpered, stroking a hand over the back of my head. “I might need it now.”
I took a long lick up his shaft. “Been a long time since I finished you on my knees.”
“Because I always want you to come too,” he said, then with a wicked smirk, “and there’s nothing quite like busting one in my wife’s pussy.”
My hands moved on him while we talked, one hand holding his balls and the other pumping his shaft. "Which do you want tonight?"
“This is your night, baby.”
I shook my head. “It’s ours. You’ve done a lot of taking care of me. I want to do something nice for you.”
His thumb passed over my lips. "Edge me, then I'll eat you till you come, and then make you come again on my cock.”
“Counteroffer,” I said.
“Let’s hear it.”
“You eat me, then . . .”
“Yes,” he asked, putting his hand over mine to slow me down. “Easy, now.”
“Pearl necklace.”
“Jeannie,” Dylan whined, his head falling back on his shoulders.
“Then if you get it up again, you can fuck me.”
“Sold. Off your knees, woman.” He tugged me up by my arms and hauled me to the other end of our dining table. He pressed my tailbone against the edge of the table, leaning over me. He held the back of my neck and propped his other hand on the table, forcing my head back to look at him. He took my mouthin a depraved kiss, grinding himself against me where his pants were still open as I writhed under him. I was breathless when he pulled away, my breasts heaving. His gaze was voracious as his hands met the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head and burying his face between my breasts. His hands unclasped my bra, then came up to cup my neck once again, his breath feathering over my upturned face.
“Dyl,” I breathed.
His lids were hooded and his tongue peeked out between his lips as he watched my mouth. “What is it, baby?”
God, his voice was so low and full of want that I was already a puddle before he even got my leggings off. His palm flattened against my belly, fingertips sliding under the band of my underwear. I clutched his shoulders, panting as the pad of his finger grazed over my clit.
“Tell me, Jeanine.” His finger traveled up and down my slit, my nipples hardening at his workings.
“I love when you eat me out. Like, a lot. And if you could do it longer or more often, that would . . .”
Another finger moved over my clit. Dylan was in this mode that I fucking adore, where he’s in a sex-crazed daze, almost hypnotized. His nod was drowsy. “Guess I’ll have to start doing it more often then, huh?”
