“We’ll hear the front door. Mmm, you taste good.” Her nipples tightened, rubbing against her loose top, her body echoing the hardening of his.
“Stop it, Josie.”
She peeked up at him, still running her tongue along the smooth ridge of his cock. Houston’s eyes were closed, his mouth athin line, his arm muscles bulging and tense as he gripped the couch.
“Why? I told you I’ll stop if you’re in pain,” she murmured, confident of his reaction to that statement.
“And I told you I’m not in pain.”
“Then shush and let me suck you.”
“No,” he said, while holding very still.
Between pulling him in and out of her mouth, she carried on with their conversation. “Let me,” she said, filling up her mouth, “do this.” She pulled back, “Just this one time, Houston. I really want to feel you come inside my mouth.”
He just groaned and she slid him past her lips and deep into the back of her throat again. Her jaws strained, but he was so hot, so good, that she sucked in the hollows of her cheeks and refused to let him go.
The original thought had been to take it slow, take her time to taste him, please him, make him ache the way he did to her every time he touched her. But Josie couldn’t hold back, couldn’t halt her own rising desperation, her own body’s squirming and wanting and urging. She picked up speed, the moisture of her mouth slicking his flesh as she drew on his hard shaft, his breathing deepening into low guttural groans.
She wanted him, she loved him, she needed to help him see that surgeon or not, he was worthy.
She wanted to feel the hot surrender of him into her mouth as she pressed her breasts against his questing fingers. Wanted to feel his weight crash against her as he throbbed and thrust his way through a surrender into her mouth. Anticipation and taste and the little growls he was spitting out had her sliding and shifting, holding onto him, reaching to cup him, digging into his thighs.
Intense, burning want spiraled through her stomach, and she sensed the tightening, the familiar building throb between her thighs that hinted an orgasm could be near.
If she stood, or pushed him back on the couch, she could sinkonto him and surrender to a blistering climax. It would be a selfish choice. Or she could stay put, taunt and tease herself, and give satisfaction to Houston first.
Or maybe she could do both. When she nipped at his flesh, he swore with a jerk of his fingers, pinching the bud of her nipple. The sharp flash of pleasure sent her body racing ahead before she was ready, and Josie paused with her tongue on him to moan with her orgasm, to rock against his leg and rub at her swollen clitoris.
“Fucking,yes,”he said, shaking her shoulder with his tight grip.
“Sorry,” she said, sucking in air, ripples shuddering through her, regret rising that she might have messed up the rhythm of his pleasure. “Sorry, geez, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to come, I swear.”
“What made you come, Josie?” Houston asked, his erection still hovering in front of her mouth, his voice tight.
“Doing this to you...sucking...I really like it.”
Leaning against his stomach, she closed her eyes and shivered, her legs buckling under her. Houston tugged her head back so she was looking at him.
The heat of passion in his smoky blue eyes stirred her own desire back to life. He looked ready to consume her, to have her fast and hard and now.
“Get up. We’re going in the bedroom now, before I take you in my living room again.”
“Okay,” she whispered, giving one last kiss to the head of his cock. He jerked away from her, giving her arm another insistent nudge.
Josie stood, wobbling like an eighty-year-old arthritic, digging into Houston’s forearms for balance.
“Oh, God, Sara, I totally forgot about her. I have to call her, she’ll be wondering what happened to me.”
“She’ll figure it out.” Houston bent and took her breast into his mouth like a wild animal with its prey.
Only Josie imagined when bitten by a lion, no gazelle everwanted to scream in pleasure. She did, and only managed to stay silent by squeezing her eyes shut and thinking about the ruptured Achilles tendon surgery scheduled for the next day.
“No, I need to call her.” And he was really going to believe her by the way she leaned into his touch and whimpered.
But he stopped licking delicious patterns across her skin. “Hurry up.”
“Absolutely.” Josie swiped her phone and swatted at his hands as they came towards her.