“I have another confession to make,” I say slowly, swaying my hips to distract him.
He cracks his neck left and right as if trying to relieve the tension. “Am I going to regret coming here?”
“No. Well, maybe.” I’m unsure how he’ll react. “This is a couples retreat because, again, that’s what they had availability for. It’s not an individual solo reflection retreat; it’s a couple’s one where we have to do everything in pairs. It’s relational rather than personal. We’ll confront blocks, build trust, strengthen our relationship, and explore intimacy. Together.”
His eyebrows rise in surprise, wrinkling his forehead. “Please tell me there isn’t a workshop in having greater orgasms or something equally humiliating.”
“Nothing like that.”
“Thank fuck for that. You’re bold, Sapphire.”
“Too bold?”
“I quite like it actually.”
I can tell I’ve caught him off guard, though.
“I need a stiff drink. See, this is what you’re doing to me now, you’re driving me to want to drink,” he says dryly, not genuinely annoyed.
“I know what I could do to make you feel better.” I glide my hands up his denim-covered thighs, which are thick and strong beneath my fingertips.
“Yeah?”
I unbutton then unzip his fly and encourage him to lift his hips to help me slide off his jeans and boxers all at once.
Every one of my nerve endings fires up. The thrill of knowing that I’m in control of this beautifully strong man’s pleasure and about to make him come undone. My temperature soars as I run my hands up his firm thighs, then take his beautiful cock in my hand.
I’ve never been with a man so completely captivating and who shudders from my touch alone.
“Your cock is so big, Eli.” My nipples tighten against the silk fabric of my bra.
“Suck me,” he demands. “Make me feel better, baby.”
I push my other hand up inside the fabric of his T-shirt first and run my hand over his sculpted abs, causing him to groan. Teasing his skin with my nails, I graze his stomach, moving south, tickling his thighs again, before moving my touch toward his balls.
I continue to stroke him up and down, gently at first, then run my thumb around his glistening crown, lightly squeezing his testicles. On the next downward stroke, eager to taste him, I lean in and take him in my mouth.
He hisses, bucking his hips, then grabs the back of my head, pushing himself further into my mouth.
The tip of his cock touches the back of my throat, and I gag, but welcome it all the same, wanting him to lose control and blow in my mouth.
We move in time, me stroking, him fisting my hair in his hands, as he moves me up and down his length.
Swirling my tongue around his shaft, I create a channel for his dick to slip and slide back and forth in and out of with my hand and mouth doing all the work.
He grows harder with every downward stroke as I worship his cock, his taut body relaxing with every lick.
With intention, I suck faster and he thickens in my mouth, at the edge of losing it, salty precum flooding my mouth.
I squeeze his balls firmly as I suck him deep, all the way into my mouth, making him roar, bucking his hips upward, fucking my mouth, on the path of no return.
“I was wrong,” he groans loud enough for anyone to hear, flinging his head back over the back of the seat. “This isn’t hell. I’ve fucking died and gone to heaven.”
I smile mischievously around his shaft.
If this is what I have to do to keep him calm all weekend, then a girl has to do what a girl has to do.
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