Then I again joined him in bed and commenced giving him what he gave me. All I could reach. Kissing. Licking. Sucking. Nipping. Stroking.
When his body was taut, his noises hungry, I moved between his legs, wrapped my fist around his cock, and took him in my mouth.
He growled.
I sucked, licked, glided, pulling him in and out, giving it everything.
“Fuck, Cassie,” he groaned.
I slid his cock up and out of my mouth and looked up his body.
He had his head lifted so he could watch. His arms spread wide, his biceps bulging, the veins in his forearms popping, his face filled with hunger.
I looked into his eyes.
Try me.
“I want something, you’ll give it to me,” I whispered.
“Yes,” he ground out.
I licked my lips then moved my tongue to the base of his engorged cock, now resting on his stomach. I glided my tongue to the tip.
The bed moved with his buck when I finished and the growl rumbled deep, sounding like it came from his gut.
Yes. I wanted something; he’d give it to me. Tethered to the bed, he was proving that to me.
I put a finger light against his anus.
“I want this.”
“Take it,” he said immediately.
I shook my head, bent and lapped at his cock lightly, once, twice, again, and got another growl.
I fought back the pulse between my legs and looked at him again.
Then I went for it.
“Plugged.”
“You gonna suck me off with me full?” he asked gruffly.
Oh my God.
He didn’t say no.
He didn’t say no.
Try me.
I was trying him.
And he was proving himself to me.
“Not off, but I am gonna suck you,” I answered cautiously.
“Then you ride me.”