Her hand strayed to the drawstring of his pajama pants. Tugged at the bow, and felt it loosen. She sat up slowly and watched him, waiting for him to awaken. He didn’t.
A heavy sleeper, then. Nice. She slid down the bed and eased his pants down his legs, revealing his briefs. Mmm, he filled them out nicely. Much better than she did. The pair she’d borrowed out of necessity were too small across the behind, and she was pretty sure half of her butt was sticking out over the top.
Her fingers eased along the elastic waistband, and she watched his face, waiting for him to wake up. Nothing. Holding the elastic taut, she slid his briefs down his legs, exposing his cock.
He was already half hard, and she looked down at it with pleasure. He really did have an amazing set of equipment. Just long enough and really thick. Oh mercy, she liked that. She bit her lip, thinking about how he’d felt deep inside her. Apparently she’d woken up aroused this morning. She leaned over him, bracing her hands on either side of the bed, and leaned to take him into her mouth. Her tongue lightly whirled on the head, lapping and licking.
And teasing him. He groaned and shifted underneath her, his c**k hardening, swelling even larger. Oh yes. It was just as big and thick as she remembered. She wrapped her fingers around the girth of him and continued to tongue the head, dipping against the sweet indentation that was beaded with pr**cum. He tasted so good in her mouth. She closed her lips over him, sinking lower on the root of his c**k and taking him deep into her throat. He was fully erect now, and hard, and she sucked, pulling up and then sliding back down over his cock. She repeated the motion, feeling her own pu**y get slick and wet with need. She drew harder on him, and slid his c**k out of her mouth to run her tongue along the thick crown again.
A hand twisted in her hair—not hard. Firm. She moaned as his hand pushed her mouth back down over his cock, and her gaze flicked up to him. He was watching her with slitted eyes. As she looked up at him, she took the head of his c**k back in her mouth and let it rub along her tongue. He thrust, the head of his c**k butting against the back of her throat. And she made a noise of pleasure that echoed his own.
“Goddamn, Beth Ann,” he rasped. “I hope to God you’re not drunk any longer.”
She slid her mouth up and gave his c**k head a playful lick. “Not drunk.”
“Good,” he growled, and pushed her head back down on his cock.
She sucked him deep again, her pu**y clenching with the erotic sound of the groan he made when she pulled him all the way into her mouth. He was so big and full in her mouth. Lord, that was making her hot.
He thrust into her mouth again, his fingers digging into the back of her head, and she heard a hard, rasping breath jerk from him. She sucked harder, humming a little in the back of her throat. He pumped quicker now, his hips rising to thrust into her mouth over and over.
And then he froze. She looked up at him and saw his face was tight, and he pulled her back off of him. “I’m going to come, darlin’,” he said. He pulled her off his cock, allowing her to abandon her efforts in case she didn’t want to swallow his seed.
But that wasn’t what she wanted. “Then come,” she said softly, and leaned down to take him back into her mouth again. The groan he gave after that was low and filled with need, and his fingers twined in her thick hair. He began to thrust into her mouth again, shallow, rapid jolts that matched the panting of his breath. She took him deeper, though, encouraging him. He drove into her mouth wildly and then his body tightened under her.
“Fuck,” he bit out, and she felt the hot flood of his cum in the back of her throat. She swallowed even as he thrust again, more shallowly. He gave a ragged breath, exhaling as she released him, then sat up and wiped at the corners of her mouth.
“Good morning,” she said softly, and couldn’t resist the smile that curved her lips.
“You are going to drive me crazy, you know that?” he panted.
“Good,” she said with a smile.
“That’s a helluva lot more effective than a cup of coffee,” he said, still panting. He grabbed her leg and tugged until she fell into bed beside him. “Your turn.”
Her eyes went wide with surprise. “Oh?”
“Absolutely,” he said, and slid down her body, his hands going to her hips. He tugged at the briefs and slid them down her legs. She shifted slightly under him, doing her best not to wiggle—or tremble. She felt exposed, uncertain. This was incredibly intimate for her. Allan hadn’t been a fan of going down on her, and she could count the times she’d had oral with him on one hand.
Great, now she was thinking about Allan again.
And then he tugged at her leg, asking her to part them. His hand stroked along her inner thigh. She waited for him to say something. She hadn’t gotten a Brazilian in forever, and, well, the carpet didn’t match the drapes, if she was going to be blunt. And sure, he’d seen her naked and they’d had sex, but this was the first time he was getting up close and personal, and in broad daylight. It made her anxious.
But all he said was, “Pretty.”
And that made her flush with pleasure.
His fingers brushed over the curls of her pu**y. One slid deep, brushing against her clit and eliciting a gasp from her.
“Pretty, and very wet,” he murmured. “Did you like having my c**k in your mouth?”
She nodded.
But he waited, and looked up at her. “Tell me.”
A hot flush crept over Beth Ann’s cheeks as he eased one of her bent knees back toward the bed, then the other, splaying her. “I…liked waking you up like that.”
“Gonna spoil me for alarm clocks,” he said with a hint of a smile, and continued to run his finger along the wet slit of her pu**y. “I want you to tell me what you like, Beth Ann.”
“Okay.”
As she watched, he dipped his head and nuzzled at her sex. A moan rose from her throat and her legs jerked involuntarily at the sight. Lord have mercy, but that was erotic. She felt his tongue slide out, part the seam of her pu**y, and stroke along her clit. Her breath sucked in.
He lifted his head, and she saw his lips were wet with her own juices. “Didn’t like that?”
“I did.”
That dimple flashed. “Then tell me.”
“I will. I promise.”
“We’re going to make a demanding woman out of you yet, Beth Ann Williamson.”