Unspoken(62)

I rained soft kisses down the hard length of him and licked the top softly. There was a spot of liquid on the tip and I lapped it up. Bo groaned, and the hand in my hair turned to a fist as he tightened his hold. His hips moved forward, as if wanting to be deeper inside, but he asked for nothing, waiting for me to set the pace.

I’d never enjoyed this in the past, but with Bo it felt natural and good. I inhaled his smell, felt the crisp hairs against my nose as I bent forward. Everything about this felt right. His shaft was thick on my tongue. I could hear him panting; it seemed as if he were breathing harder now than he had during the fight. I ran my tongue over the ridge as I mouthed him.

Bo reached along my arm and grabbed my hand. He brought it up to his shaft and wrapped my hand around the base. He moved his hand in short, hard movements, in the same rhythm as my mouth. It was unbearably exciting to have him touching himself over my hand. Under my hair, his other hand palmed the back of my head, providing support. When I’d gotten the gist of the movement he wanted, he brought his hand up from his cock and stroked my cheek, feeling the hollows as I sucked and pumped.

I could feel his balls tighten against the back of my hand as I twisted and pumped like he showed me. As I could feel his release coming, Bo pulled out of my mouth.

“Don’t you…”

“No, I want to finish inside of you.”

I dabbed my finger on the tip and tasted his pre-come.

“Jesus.” He gave a small rueful laugh. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“It doesn’t taste bad. Kind of salty.” I looked up at him. “I wouldn’t have minded if you came in my mouth. I thought that’s what guys like.”

He drew me to my feet and kissed me hard and full on the lips for a long time. “It felt great, just having you touch me. If you want to try this later, and you want to swallow, great, but we aren’t going to do that without you telling me you want to do it before we even start. Anytime we do anything, I want to know that you’re fully into it, not in the heat of the moment because you think I like it. Besides,” he flashed a quick grin at me, “I’m going to like everything with you. Now I need to take off your clothes and continue to debauch you.”

We looked depraved with both of our jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. My bra was half on, half off. Yet I didn’t feel an ounce of shame. The pleasure in Bo’s eyes only made me want to preen.

Bo pressed me back to the bed and pulled his shirt over his head in one motion. He paused, dumped what sounded like a thousand coins on my desk, and dropped his jeans. His cock was rock-hard, and it tented the cotton. I licked my lips, remembering the taste and feel of him in my mouth.

“Sunshine, if you keep looking at me, pretty sure I’m going to come prematurely, which my fragile ego might not be able to deal with.”

“I think that’d be kind of hot,” I admitted with an arched eyebrow.

“You’re not helping,” Bo growled, pulling me into a seated position.

Bo’s hands reached for the bottom of my t-shirt, and he swept it up and off. Another swift motion disposed of my jeans. He took a moment to give me a sustained look and dragged one long hand down my front, starting at my neck, ending at the core of me he’d played so expertly before. My panties were wet from my orgasm and my renewed arousal.

When I reached behind me to unclasp my bra, he stopped me.

“Let me,” he said and he undid the back clasp and pulled the straps down slowly, first one arm and then the other. Goose bumps covered me.

“Bo, please, now,” I urged him. I ached so much. I needed him inside of me.

He bent over, his large body covering mine, and licked the tip of my nipple lightly.

I hit him in the arm lightly. “Don’t be a tease.”

“So greedy,” he murmured, sucking at one nipple and then the other, the sensation causing my back to arch. I wanted more pressure, hard and now.

I reached between us and caught his heavy erection in my hand. His shaft pulsed and jerked against my palm. I rubbed him like he had taught me and he moaned.

“Yes, I am really, really greedy,” I whispered. This time I felt him shudder.

“What’re you greedy for? This?” he asked, pressing into my hand.

“Yes, Bo.” I tightened my hand around him and he growled his approval. But he pulled himself out of my grip, and I let out a mew of disappointment at the loss of the weight of him in my hands.

But my sense of loss was soon diverted by the attention he was lavishing on my breasts. His tongue dipped around their swells, in the valley between them. Every part of my chest was marked by his lips, tongue, and teeth, from the upper curves of my breasts to the hardened nipple points to the sensitive sides and the tender skin underneath.