head as I fell to my knees in front of him, leaving several inches of space between us. He knew what I wanted and willingly undid his fly and lost his pants. We didn’t need words for this, and the sound of his labored breathing as he pulled out his already semi-hard member was arousing me beyond the sight of him. His pleasure was what got me going, causing him pleasure and knowing that I was the only one that could do that for him.
He closed the distance between us, and I obediently opened my mouth, letting him lay himself on my tongue. I enveloped him in the warm heat of my mouth and pulled off of his member slowly. He groaned, low in his throat, and I felt myself grow ever wetter, reveling in the sound. I let my hand with the ring on land on the base of his shaft and saw how the diamonds glinted in the reflections from the fire. I ran that hand up and down once, feeling him harden in my mouth. I knew I could make him come like that if I wanted to, and he was watching me with an expression that said it wouldn’t take too long. I wasn’t about to let that happen. I was taking my time with him, like I knew he would with me.
Once he was at full hardness, I rose to my feet and kissed him again. He smiled into my mouth.
“So hot,” he uttered, like a schoolboy in love.
“I could say the same,” I returned.
He slid a hand between us and tweaked one of my own, hard nipples and I gasped.
“Don’t be cheeky,” he said slowly. “It won’t get you anywhere.”
“You sure about that?” I grinned.
“Hmm, let’s see, shall we?”
He tweaked the other nipple, and I sucked in air sharply. The feeling shot straight to my groin, and he was right, it wouldn’t get me anywhere to be teased by him.
“Remember when you fucked me in your office?” I whispered in his ear, “bent me over the desk and told me I was yours?”
I felt the hard mass against my leg grow even further, and I knew if I didn’t let him into me soon, he’d really torture me. He could give as well as he got, and some nights, that had included hours of begging for release while he brought me to the edge, over and over, without ever satisfying his own need.
“Can’t believe I’m marrying a tease,” he offered back.
I scoffed quietly.
“Takes one to know one.”
“All I know is, I’m in love with one.”
I couldn’t help but melt against him, and he smiled again, pecking the top of my head in a gesture that was much too innocent for the occasion. However, he then slid a hand under the band of my jeans and found the spot where my underwear was growing steadily wetter. I stifled a gasp when one hand pressed the fabric inwards, applying pressure to that small nub.
“I know how you like it, babe,” he said.
On his insistence, we both fell to the floor in front of the lit fire, and he was on me immediately, his weight pressing me down into the floor delightfully. He pulled my jeans off of me before I could do it myself and then my underwear. I never expected anything from him, and yet, the man lived to please me as much as I pleased him. His eyes shone with flickering reflections from the hearth, and when he went down on me, it wasn’t just arousal that flooded my body, it was love.
Being in love and having sex with the person you’re in love with only made it more intense. Made every flick of his tongue, every glance of his fingers over my hole that much more amazing. I wanted to tell him how it felt, how I felt, to have him live in the moment I was in, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do more than arch my back against the carpet and run my fingers through that soft hair of his. I pulled him up to kiss me, afraid I was growing too close to the edge too soon, but he kept his fingers on me, even as our mouths met, and rubbed and flicked at my core until I would have whined and moaned and cried his name, but he swallowed every sound with his own mouth.
The orgasm came slowly and perfectly, cresting over me like the gentle waves of a