21: MC

I placed one hand on his stomach and then lowered my mouth to move in sync on him with my other hand, up and down, taking him in as far as I could and matching the rest with my hand.

“Fucking hell….” he mutters out as one of his hands comes under the sheets and he weaves his hand into my hair. He gently tightens that hold and it makes me moan against him. I continue to move up and down, drawing more moans from him that make me just as hot. I love being able to get him as worked up as he gets me. He flips the covers off of me and I glance up to meet his eyes. They are pitch black and he has a sexy devilish smirk on his face. I seal off my mouth on him though and tighten my grip causing his smirk to fall and his head to roll back onto the pillow as he moans loudly.

“Ohhhh Oly.”

After another minute he stiffens and before I can even protest he sits up and grabs my waist, pulling me up to his c