with her right hand, tentative, but sure too. She’d had some late-night practice to learn how he liked to be touched, hadn’t she? She thought he’d been asleep, but he’d been awake for… most of it. The part that mattered. He could still remember the way she breathed against his head, the way it came quickly as her arousal grew with his.
Now, he waited, fascinated as she stroked him, her eyes watchful. He didn’t push her, but he was going to come in her hands again if she didn’t take him into her mouth soon. At this rate, though, he might come the minute she wrapped her lips around his dick. “Fuck.”
It came out as a groan that he couldn’t stop. He had to get control back before he slipped over the edge too fast. He dug his heels into the floor and clenched his fists against the door. He looked away from her, his jaw hard and his teeth clenched
She responded by leaning into him, her full lips parted, ready with just the tip of her tongue on show. He couldn’t help it, he had to look, had to watch as she moved over him. He had to watch this first time she took him between those lips of hers, had to watch her swallow him. It was a battle not to thrust his hips into her face, not to just take what he wanted, hold her still as he fucked her face, but he held himself back, somehow.
He almost blew when her hot, wet lips pressed into the head of his cock, tentatively. She licked him, and that nearly undid him all over again. He would need a dental appointment when this was done, he was going to grind his teeth into dust, he just knew it. But he held it together as she took the base of him in her hand and then moved… down. She only got about halfway down before he hit the back of her throat.
“Swallow, Marie. Pretend you’re swallowing me,” he urged her, his hands now on her hair, but it was to hold her head and to guide her slowly. His fingers clutched into the silky strands with gentle care, even though he wanted to tangle his fingers instead, wanted to force his way deeper. He couldn’t though, not with her. She was too precious for that.
She hummed against him, tried to swallow but couldn’t. She’d get the hang of it, eventually. For now, he moved his hand over hers to show her how to touch him. She found a way to please him then, with her mouth and her hand, both used in time together, to take him down into a world of slick silky sex. He forgot to breathe, forgot what it was like to know his own name, as she sucked, licked, stroked him into a new kind of heaven - a heaven she made only for him.
He’d promise her the world, anything she wanted, by the time he found himself too weak to hold back anymore. He’d tried, he’d tried so hard, but he couldn’t help himself when she sucked the tip of his cock like she’d never tasted something that fucking good and wanted every drop of it. He exploded into her mouth without warning, and she drank down every drop of him without complaint. He rocked into her mouth, over and over, lost to her.
He needed her as he’d never needed anyone else before in his life. He could admit that to himself. He needed Marie like he needed air, which was one of the reasons he wanted to own her. If she was his, then nobody could steal her away from him. He could please her, make sure she never wanted anyone but him, as long as she was his.
He sank down against the door, his eyes on hers. She still knelt on the floor, her eyes bright with arousal, with her need for him. His clothes were strewn on the floor, his shoes somewhere, and all he had on was an unbuttoned shirt. He was completely debauched, but there she sat, as pure and clean as she’d been the first moment he fucked her.
Later, he’d leave her in a sweaty mess of her own juices, but for now, he wanted only to hold her. She didn’t ask questions, she didn’t press him for reassurances, she just went into his arms and sank into his body the way he needed her to do. She was