new.
The way Dawson thrust his hips like he couldn’t help himself. The reverent way he touched my hair. The awe that resonated in his moans. It all made me feel like he treasured this act between us. Just like when he went down on me, he made me feel precious. Like he didn’t take for granted that I was opening myself up to him.
I wanted to make him feel the same, and it was easy. His reactions heightened the pleasure I received giving him pleasure. A cycle that kept on giving.
I cupped his ball sack with my other hand, lightly massaging them.
“Bristol. Fuck.” Those two words seemed to be all he could get out.
I worked him faster. Satin-covered steel slid between my lips. He pulsed in my mouth and his hips jerked with each touch of my tongue.
He wasn’t going to last long.
Taking a page from his book, I toyed with him. Backing off on the speed and pressure, I snuck a glance at him.
The hard planes of his face were shadowed. A hunk of his hair hung over his forehead and if I didn’t know better, his expression looked like he was in pain. Exquisite agony.
I hummed against him and his eyelids fluttered. He caught me watching him. “You’re killing me, woman.”
I would’ve smiled, but my mouth was stretched wide. Retribution gleamed in his eyes. He was going to pay me back tenfold, and it didn’t matter that he did this to me every time he touched me.
Pulling back, I let him pop out of my mouth, and I blew against his wet skin.
He shivered and his sides heaved. “God, that’s just mean.”
“I hope so.” I drew him back into my mouth. The shock of my hot mouth on his cooling, sensitive skin sent another tremor through his strong body.
“Never mind. That’s worse,” he grunted and his head dropped back. “In all the best ways.”
I worked him faster, then slowed, just like he had the first time he’d gone down on me. But I’d been on my back. If I kept it up too much longer, he’d topple and I was in no position to catch him.
Increasing the suction and speeding up my pace, I brought him to the brink. His balls tightened in my hand and he went rigid.
“Bristol.” It was a warning, but I didn’t pull away. For once, I didn’t have to decide what the hell I was going to do when it came to this point. I sucked him in and he came with a long groan, his body jerking.
I swallowed his hot release and eased up on the pressure I was applying until he was done. His hands balled in my hair, but he didn’t pull and tug. As soon as he tumbled down from his peak, he sagged, his hands brushing down my face.
I released him and rose, not bothering to dust off my knees. I wiped off my mouth as he tucked himself into his pants. He left his fly open and flipped his shirt over it.
He wrapped me in his arms and planted a kiss on my lips. I stiffened with my hands on his shoulders, unsure of how to react. Kissing him after he was done with me was no big deal, but this role reversal wasn’t something I’d experienced.
“Thank you,” he murmured against my lips.
“You’re welcome?”
He chuckled and buried his face in my neck. His embrace tightened and I hugged him back. “I just want to take you home and stay in bed all night.”
“I was finishing up when you arrived.”
He straightened but didn’t let me go. “Have you eaten yet?”
“I had a bite.” A can of ravioli—cold. Supper of champs.
“Was it prepared by Chef Boyardee?”
I gave him a playful glare. “Food snob.”
“I haven’t eaten yet, but I can make something for both of us. What do you need done in here? I can help you wrap up.”
“I was going to change the oil in the 8320, but I need to run to town for a new filter. And some lube for the baler.”
“Filters and lube. Dammit. Thanks for reminding me. I guess I’ll be running to town tomorrow too.” He looked around. “Where’s Daisy? I miss my girl.”
“I don’t think she’ll mind sleeping at your place, but Bucket’s going to get jealous.”
He grinned and tipped his forehead against mine. “I have to let you go so we can get home.”
My heart surged when he said home. I was home, but I missed his place too. I could get