Right. I need to stay calm, relaxed, and fully in the moment.
“You feel so freaking good,” I rasp, rolling my hips. The head of his cock slips inside, and I gasp.
“Condom,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead. “We need a condom.”
He carries me to the bed and lays me down gently before turning to the nightstand.
I catch his hand. “Wait.”
Knox freezes, concern flickering across his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I sit up, heart nearly pounding out of my chest. “I just…I want to make you feel good first.”
His brows draw together. “Darlin’, you don’t have to—”
“I know I don’t have to.” I cut him off, my voice firm. I’ve never been one to take charge in the bedroom, but this feels right. “I want to. You’ve always put my needs first, patiently pleasuring me no matter how long it took for me to come. This time, I want to put you first.”
At least he’ll come, even if I don’t.
The thought is there, unbidden, and I silently curse the insecurity I can’t quite shake, despite Knox’s efforts to reassure me. Each time we’ve been together, he put my needs—my pleasure—first. Not once has he made me feel guilty or ashamed for needing more time and more stimulation. He’s been enthusiastic at every turn.
Which is why I want to give him the kind of attention he’s given me. The kind he deserves.
“Ava—”
“Please.” I squeeze his hand. I’m not above begging, if that’s what it takes to convince him. “This is what I want.”
He studies my face for a long moment, then nods. “Okay.”
A frisson of excitement fills my chest as I scoot to the edge of the bed.
I kneel before him so I’m at just the right height. Knox stands before me, the broad head of his cock looking more delectable than any dessert I’ve ever tried.
I take him in my hand and stroke gently, memorizing every vein and ridge. He’s thick—so thick I can’t get my fingers all the way around his shaft—but that’s not surprising given our size difference.
A bead of precum glistens on the tip, and I lean forward, licking it up with a flick of my tongue. He’s salty and musky and entirely male.
Knox groans, and I do it again, using the flat of my tongue this time and swirling it around the tip, like I’m licking an ice cream cone.
He must like it because he tangles his fingers in my hair, and before I know it, he’s untied my braid and his hands are fisted in the loose waves.
I take him into my mouth, gently massaging his shaft with my tongue, and as I slowly take him deeper, he moans again.
It’s a heady feeling having such a large man at my mercy, and I relish it. I take him deeper, working him harder, my lips gliding over his shaft in an increasingly fast rhythm.
The act is erotic, and I’m aroused despite the fact that he hasn’t touched me.
Is this what it feels like for him when he’s going down on me?
Knox’s grip on my hair tightens, and then he’s thrusting into my mouth. He’s gentle, never pushing too hard or too deep, but I want him to feel the kind of pleasure he’s given me.
I release him and sit up to look him in the eye.
“Did I hurt you?” Concern is etched in the lines of his face. It only stokes my need. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“I want you to fuck my mouth.”
The words explode from my lips, and his eyebrows shoot up. Fair. I don’t usually swear, and it’s a pretty brazen request for me.