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a shower’ comment, I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock like an ice cream cone that was melting, then sucked the tip deep into my mouth.
“Fuck, that tastes good,” I murmured. “You taste good.”
His eyes were hot when I glanced up, and I could see his hands clenching and unclenching, as if he was itching to grab a hold of my hair and tell me what he wanted to do.
“Do it,” I urged. “Show me how you like it.”
I don’t know what I expected.
Maybe for his fingers to viciously sink into my hair, and his hands to clench as he started to rock his cock into my mouth until he got off.
But that’s not what I got at all.
Instead of the fast and furious mouth fucking I envisioned, I got a slow, almost beautiful slide of his fingers into my hair. As if he was relishing the way that my hair felt against his fingers before he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth completely.
Before I could protest, he kissed me soundly, pushing me back on the bed as his mouth claimed mine.
I moaned when I felt him press against me fully, loving the way he felt pinning me to the bed with all of his weight.
I gasped when his mouth left mine, eyes opening in time to see him crawling up the bed so that his groin was once again level with my mouth.
I opened my mouth up as he guided his cock inside, moaning slightly when I could feel the sweet, salty taste of his pre-come gathered at his tip.
“Only your mouth,” he ordered when I went to press my hands to his thighs.
I dropped my hands, and he reached down and gathered them up with the hand that wasn’t planted in the bed holding his body up.
Once he had my hands, he shifted them up high over my head and linked his fingers with all of mine, then pressed them to the bed.
Slowly he started to work his hips, feeding me his cock one delicious inch at a time.
When I’d start to get overwhelmed with his size, he would pull back, allowing me to breathe deeply before pushing back inside.
Over and over he did this, fucking my mouth with a slow, sensual heat that was all Bourne.
I should’ve known that he’d want slow.
He always wanted slow.
“Do you want to swallow me?” he asked.
I must’ve looked a little worried because he pulled back with a laugh.
“It’s okay,” he said.
“I’ve never done it before,” I told him. “I’m honestly kind of scared of that part. What if I choke and puke all over you?”
He grinned and took one of my hands and wrapped it around his cock.
My hand looked ghostly pale against his tanned cock.
“You don’t, like, sunbathe in the nude, do you?” I asked, looking at the difference of color between his cock and his abs.
“No.” He started to work his hips faster, forcing me to hold on and watch as he slowly fucked himself with my fist. “Where do you want me?”
Everywhere.
I wanted him everywhere.
I licked my lips and fell back to the bed, my fingers going to the waistband of my jeans.
He watched in silence as I slowly kicked my shorts off, followed shortly by my shirt.
His eyes took me in, touching on every single place that I found unsexy as hell.
But the more he took in, the hotter his eyes got, until his cock had gone to absolute stone right in front of me.
“God, you’re so beautiful that it hurts,” he murmured. “I want to taste every single inch of you. And even though I’ve had you before, it’s like I’m a kid in a candy shop. I don’t know where to fucking start.”
I widened my legs and gestured to my lower half.
“How about you start with your cock in me?” I suggested. “I’m all worked up from you fucking my mouth.”
He grinned and completely ignored my suggestion, going down to his belly in front of me before burying his face between my legs.
Let’s just say that there wasn’t any hesitancy in Bourne at all. He wasn’t unsure about anything he did and giving me oral sex seemed like a skill that he had to have mastered.
“Jesus.” I all but bowed off the bed the moment his tongue touched my clit. “That felt like a livewire.”
As if he’d touched that tiny little part of me with something that was much more conductive than his tongue.
He laughed and pushed me back down,