it’s love, but I give in. Give up. Or the opposite. It’s the moment I take up the fight, decide to earn her affection, to make it worth her while, to keep it no matter what it takes.
I can’t get enough of this woman, with her smooth and her rough, sensitive and strong. I want to fight, to fucking obliterate whatever’s in her way, to destroy anyone who hurts her.
“Now let me do this.”
All I can do is swallow and nod. Follow orders. Take what she’s slinging my way. Not something I’ve done before, but I’ll give it a try. Whatever she wants.
“I miss the lessons, Karl. I miss talking to you. I like the way I feel with you.” Sighing and shaking her head, she rises up onto her knees and reaches for my jeans. My cock throbs with anticipation. “I want to love you, okay? I’m not asking you to love me back. That’s not what this is. This is…experience, for me. Do you get that? Loving you is a new experience. It makes me feel so good.” She scans my face, looking for what, I’ve got no idea.
“Jerusha.” I run the back of a finger down her cheek. “I—”
She stops working at my belt to slap a palm to my mouth. “Will you let me do this? After this, you can… We can… Just let me, okay? Just for tonight?”
My frustrated growl’s the only response I manage.
“I’ve never given you an…” She bites that plump lower lip and lets her hands drop again. “Orgasm.” I beg to differ, given the fantastic climax I had on the phone with her, but her expression tells me to shut up. And, fuck me, I want to do as she orders. “I want to give you a blow job, Karl.”
I ignore the way my cock throbs behind my zipper and focus on what she’s just said. “How do you even know that term?”
She shimmies the robe off her shoulders, giving me the view of a lifetime—her rosy cheeked, bed headed, turned-on flush, and a hint of cleavage where the robe’s hanging open. I want to swipe the garment off, but she beats me to it and my mouth goes dry. I’d figured I’d never see her like this again. Relief makes me want to drop my face between her breasts and breathe her in.
“I have my ways.”
“Ways?” What are we talking about?
“I know about blow jobs and…other sex stuff.”
I grit my teeth when her expert hands get the belt open. “You done this before?” Like in the last four days? Jealousy stabs me right through the solar plexus, pushing me close to the edge. I feel horny, out of control, explosive.
“Nooo.” She gives a duh look, complete with eye roll. “But I’ve seen people doing it.”
I go still. “Seen people?”
She smiles, her self-satisfied expression proving just how aware she is of her effect on me. For the first time, I wonder who’s in charge here. “Mikey and Alba tell me everything.” Her face wrinkles with momentary distraction. “Although not recently.” She leans in. “Alba took me to a kink party.”
I shake my head to clear it. “What?”
“There’s also this thing called the internet. I’ve watched pornography.”
“Porn,” I repeat, dumbly aware of just how little I know her.
She shoves my legs apart, more to be bossy than because she needs to, I suspect, and unzips my jeans. “I think it’s time for me to show you, Karl, that you don’t know everything.”
Her hands reach in through the slit in my shorts and pull me out. They’re strong and competent, a little rough from what must be calluses on her thumbs. Feels so fucking good. I can do nothing but stare.
“And, more importantly, I know what I want to do.” Her eyes hit mine with the impact of twin sledgehammers. “I’ve thought about doing this to you…a lot.”
She leans forward and breathes on my aching cock.
My vision goes dark around the edges.
19
Until she comes
Jerusha
Alba swears up and down that I talk like a sub, but I’m feeling all kinds of power right now. There’s nothing subservient about the way I hold his erection and pull it toward my mouth, no docility in the directness of my gaze. Not an ounce of compliance in the gentle scrape of my teeth over the crown of his cock.
I’m toying with him, turning the tables, maybe showing him a thing or two.
I have no idea what I’m doing. But I crave this smell, this taste, these unbridled