Chapter 22
- “I’d like to lick you,” I whispered and slowly knelt in front of him, kissing his chest, his stomach, until his hard cock tapped my chin.
- I guided his tip into my mouth with water cascading around us. He whimpered like I was hurting him. He was warm and slippery, but it didn’t taste bad. I moved him in and out while he matched my pace to thrust into my mouth. I kept using my hands like I had yesterday. Before long I could taste the bittersweet drops of his arousal.
- His fingers went into my hair to guide the pace and depth. He was still being careful, not thrusting too deep. In fact, I sucked harder to get more of him in with each stroke. When he finally hit the back of my throat I gagged a little, but that made his face twist up like it was good for him. I did it a couple of more times until my eyes were watering and he shook like he was cold.