helps you tan, although I love all this smooth, white skin.” He ran one finger from her collarbone over the swell of her breast to the nipple. He flicked that tight little bud experimentally.
“Steele.”
There it was, that note that told him in a minute the balance of power would shift from him to her, although, truthfully, she always had it. She just didn’t know.
He caught the back of her head in his palm. “Open your mouth.”
She did instantly, and he gave her the crown. Her mouth was hot and wet. She closed her lips tightly around him and used her tongue to stroke and caress. She found every spot he liked as if she had his cock memorized and knowing Breezy, she probably did. She sucked hard, taking him deeper and he fed her, one thick inch at a time.
He had to force himself to go slow. There was no way to hold the memory of just how good her mouth felt surrounding him. Just how strong her suction was, or the way her tongue danced and stroked. It was paradise. He let her get used to his girth and length again, let her set the pace, take her time, even when he thought the top of his head might come off when her mouth took him deeper.
Hot. Wet. Tight. She took him deeper and deeper, and then he couldn’t stand it. He caught that messy knot, yanking back as he surged to his feet. Her head tilted far back, giving his cock the opportunity it was now demanding. Her gaze jumped to his, widening a little with shock at his unexpected move.
He wanted that look recorded as well. That total surrender to him. She made his pleasure hers. He moved his hips, thrusting deeper, feeling the momentary resistance and then she was taking him down. Strangling him. Her eyes watered but she didn’t pull away. It took effort to pull back and give her air. Three long years he’d been away from her. Away from paradise.
She had practiced for him. No one could just naturally take a cock like she did, but she’d put time into learning how to please him. She was good at controlling the muscles in her throat and her gag reflex. Her tongue was a weapon of pure pleasure.
Even more, just the visual was stimulating to him. Breezy on her knees looking up at him with her neck exposed so he could see his cock disappearing into her mouth and her throat expanding as she took him deep. It was an extremely erotic visual and made him that much harder, if it was possible.
She was so tight around that sweet spot, constricting there, just under his crown, the sensation intense, her muscles massaging, and her mouth working him hard. He held himself there as long as possible, his eyes on hers, on the sight of her holding out for him as long as she could. Nearly choking on him, but still holding. Unable to breathe, yet, for him, holding.
The flat of her tongue together with the heat of her mouth nearly destroyed him. Then there was the way she suckled, as if she was desperate for what he could give her. He knew there was no way to prolong the ecstasy, not when it was that good, but he tried. She didn’t use her hands to try to control his movements or how deep he went. She let him have complete control.
His hips found a fierce rhythm. His cock went deep. Her eyes were pure liquid, like a deep emerald sea. His balls drew up. Tight. Boiling. He dragged her head back farther and plunged. Air left his lungs in a rush. His blood felt on fire. He looked up at the window above the patio, the one overlooking the conversation area and sent up a silent prayer that the camera was picking up every detail.
“Swallow me, all of me,” he demanded, his voice guttural. He could barely see straight.
Then he was gone, the explosion hot and violent, pouring into her. His fist tightened in her hair, keeping her head back. His eyes were mere slits, watching her, needing this from her. She was Breezy, so she did what he asked, although he could see it wasn’t easy because he had a lifetime stored up for her. He liked that it wasn’t easy, and she still took him. That made him a selfish dick, and he accepted that about himself.