I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, the smooth skin stretched over his hardness hot to my touch. I stroked him slowly, drawing each movement out… Wishing I could get away with moving and lowering my mouth to him as well.
“Shit.”
I moved my hand faster. “If you can’t take it, don’t give it.”
He tilted my head back so I was looking dead in his eyes. “I can take it, and you know I can more than give it.”
“Ever been denied an orgasm, honey?”
He stilled once again—or tried to. His hips still moved against my hand, fucking my fist. “Never.”
I smiled to myself and kissed my way along his neck. His movements became jerkier, his breathing more erratic and broken. He groaned my name into my shoulder, a heavy plea.
I released his cock and pulled his boxers back up. “First time