A Sip of You(10)

“Now, let me do something for you,” I said, still stroking him. “And I’m going to stick with the high school theme.”

His expression was amused and also a little wary. “I have no idea what you’re thinking. Should I be nervous?”

William nervous? This was new. He’d used anticipation to heighten my arousal several times. Now I wanted to see if I could have the same effect on him.

“Now it’s your turn to trust me, William. It’ll be fun.” I sat up.

“Fun?”

“You’ll like it. Just lay back, and close your eyes. Don’t look.”

He studied me for a moment longer, and I feared he’d refuse. He didn’t like surprises or any situation that veered off plan. His eyes were sharp and blue now, narrowed and serious. “Okay.” He rolled onto his back. “I surrender. Do what you will with me.”

A giddy feeling swept through me, but I tamped it down. “Oh, I plan to. To begin, I don’t think we need these.” I slid his boxer briefs down, pausing so he could lift his slim hips and then tugging them slowly down his sculpted legs. When they reached his ankles, he kicked them off and onto the floor. “Keep your eyes closed,” I said, glancing at his face and then back to his impressive erection. There was nothing about William’s body that didn’t impress me. From his broad chest to his trim waist, he had the kind of body I’d expect to see in a calendar of hot firemen—only I had the X-rated version before me, with his beautiful cock jutting up, eagerly waiting for me.

“Very nice, Mr. Lambourne,” I purred. “I promise I won’t leave you in this painful state for long.”

He threw an arm over his eyes. “I’m not promising to keep my eyes closed for much longer, and the anticipation is killing me.”

I was counting on the anticipation playing a part in this little seduction. Resisting the urge to stroke him once more, I slid off the bed. “Give me just a minute.” I padded to the well-appointed bathroom, still marveling at its size. It was practically as big as my bathroom at home and nicer than it too.

“Catherine?”

“Coming!

I opened cabinets and drawers until I found what I needed. In the mirror, I caught a reflection of myself. My brown hair was mussed about my shoulders, and my eyes looked huge and soft green against the pink glow of my cheeks. When I returned, William still had his arm thrown over his face, and I smiled as I sat beside him. “This will be a little cold at first.”

“What?” His body tensed, and I couldn’t stop a smile.

“Relax.” I poured a large blob of expensive-looking lavender hand lotion into my hand. I allowed it to warm for a few seconds and then wrapped my wet palm around William’s engorged shaft. He jerked and then stilled, his body at attention. I stroked him, working the thick, rich lotion in, tightening my grip as I slid my coiled fingers over the impressive length of him.

“Catherine.” His hips moved, pushing his cock into my hand. “Are you jerking me off?” He was smiling, but the tightness in his voice indicated he was very worked up. I continued my rhythmic movements

“Uh huh.”

William’s fingers clenched and unclenched the sheets as I stroked him. Without ceasing, I maneuvered myself between his legs and cupped his heavy balls with my other hand. I bent and trailed kisses along his inner thigh, letting the coarse hair on his leg tickle my cheek and my bare breast. He hissed in a breath, and I saw his fingers curl and uncurl again. I had him all but squirming. Which was majorly turning me on.

His cock swelled in my fist, filling it almost completely. The veins were thick and pulsing now as my hand worked the engorged flesh. Slower then faster. William surrendered to my efforts, his hips rocking and his hands clenching and unclenching. He moaned, sounds of ecstasy even he, the god of control, couldn’t suppress. I felt his body tensing, his pleasure mounting. I was enjoying this—having the chance to watch him for once. His jaw clenched and his hand fell away from his eyes, which were tightly shut.

“I’m close.” His voice was taut and controlled, and in that moment he opened his eyes and focused solely on me.

“Just let go.” I closed my hand tightly and sped up my movements.

“Oh God, Catherine.” His voice was husky with need and, with our eyes locked, I watched his face, wanting to see him go over the edge as I milked him. His entire body rose up, and I knew he was there. Suddenly his hand joined mine, and we pumped his shaft together until his back bowed and he released. His expression was beautiful in that moment—ecstasy and agony combined.

Finally, when his body began to relax, he sighed. It was a long, contented sigh. “That was fucking amazing. I can’t remember the last time someone gave me a hand job. Thank you.” He leaned up and pulled me into a deep kiss, his tongue softly tangling with mine.