on his tongue. It’s a foreign flavor, but not an unwelcome one. I kiss him back, my weak arms finding the strength to hold him. Everything about this feels so very filthy, but I can’t get enough of it.
I want to make him feel the same way.
I rise, naked in nothing but my skirt. I guide Drew onto his back on the bed. His brow shifts in surprise, but he lets me take control. I straddle his waist. He cups my breasts as I ride the bulge of his pants.
“Drew, can I taste you?” I ask, mimicking his request from before.
He shudders beneath me. “Heidi, one touch of that tongue will finish me.”
I laugh, happy to tease. “Is that a no?”
Drew sits up and gives me another wild kiss. “It’s a yes,” he says, his eyes going soft and serious. “If you’re ready,” he adds, letting me choose.
“I’m ready,” I say without thought. “I want it…”
I don’t even need to think about this. If I can make him feel a fraction of the way I feel, I’ll do it. I’ll give him everything of me; body and soul.
“I want to suck your cock so badly.”
He laughs with a heated groan on his breath. “Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he says.
I pull his shirt off. His warm chest touches my breasts as he kisses me hard and fast. I place my palms on his pecs and he submits, lying back down. I kiss his jawline. His neck and collarbone. The valley between his nipples. I pause at his tattoo along his right ribs. I kiss it. I lick it. He laughs and pulls me back to him for one last kiss before letting me run wild again.
I pinch his tented zipper, stopping to give him one more teasing glance before dragging it down. His briefs obscure his cock, but the thick outline of him is hard not to notice. I’ve seen it, I’ve felt it, but I’ve never put it inside of me. There’s no turning back after this, but I don’t want to, either. I want to make him come. I want him to use me the way I used him.
I lower onto my knees beside the bed, taking his pants with me as I move. He shifts closer to the edge and plants his feet on the floor. I settle between his open legs, my face mere inches away from his cock for the first time. My heart pounds. My sex throbs. My tongue eagerly taps the roof of my mouth as I part my lips for him.
I try to remember everything I’ve heard about blowjobs, about gag reflexes, about technique and using your hands and all that stuff, but all it does is paralyze me. I pause, stiff and overwhelmed, until I feel Drew’s hand on my face. I look up, drawn toward his eyes by a firm pinch on my chin. I lose myself all over again in his green eyes. His strong jawline and thick lips.
Don’t over-think it.
You’ll only drive yourself crazy.
I open my mouth to him. The second my tongue touches his tip, Drew inhales sharply. He rests his hand on the back of my head, but he doesn’t force me down. I take my time. I lick his sweet pre-cum. The more I taste, the more I want. I suck softly, my cheeks caving in. He makes the most delicious noises above me, sounds of aching pleasure and filthy greed. I take him deeper into my mouth. Everything I do makes him clench or grunt or breathe even harder. His pleasure drives my own, making me wetter between the thighs.
I bob my head, and his fingers clench around my hair.
“Fuck,” he whispers, the word like a sharp flick to my clit.
I moan on his cock. His core flexes as his chest heaves. He pushes the hair out of my face. We make eye contact and I see his aching desire staring back at me.
“Can you go deeper?” he asks, breathless.
I push down, relaxing my throat as I feel his cock press against it. It’s almost too much at first, so I back off, but Drew doesn’t seem to mind. He groans anyway, his head falling back as his fist tightens around my hair. I bob for a few seconds, catching my breath and relaxing my throat to try again. My eyes water as I stretch my jaw open wider. I take him deeper, as deep as I can, and Drew tugs me back.