Pushing my hands between her thighs, I nudge her legs apart. A quick glance up and I have to smile when I see Kate’s head lifted up and her watching me with large, wary eyes.
“Relax, Kate,” I tell her softly as I slide my arms under her legs, bringing my hands around to rest over the tops of her thighs. “I swear when I’m done with you, you’ll want me to do it all over again.”
I swear I think I hear her mutter, “Cocky bastard,” but her head flops back down to the mattress and she blows out a huge breath of anticipation. I dip my face and run my tongue right up her center, wanting to give her shock-and-awe versus easing her into this.
Kate’s legs slam inward, clapping solidly against my head, and fuck…she rings my bell almost as hard as if I was slammed up against the boards during a game. I dig my fingers into her thighs and practically wrench her legs apart.
When I look up at her, she’s got her head lifted again, staring down at me with a sheepish grin on her face. “Sorry…involuntary reaction and all.”
“Keep your legs spread, baby,” I chastise her gruffly. “You give me a concussion before I can finish, you are going to be one frustrated woman.”
Kate snickers and flops her head back down. Her legs loosen and fall slightly open for me. Taking a deep breath, she says, “Okay…let’s try this again. I’m ready.”
She can’t see me, but my grin spreads wide. I never knew throwing her dorky humor and goofy ways into our sex would be such a turn-on, but fuck, I get off on it.
Turning my gaze toward her sex, I consider if I should attack her hard or maybe go a little gentler, then ultimately decide to save myself a head injury and ease her into this. My hands flex upward and my fingers pull her apart tenderly, exposing what I really, really want to taste. I can hear Kate’s breath hitch and when I close my mouth over her softly, I almost come undone when she whispers, “Oh, Zack.”
I hum low in my throat, approving of the reverence and gratitude in her voice, and then I start working her over.
Kate’s hands slide into my hair, lightly massaging my scalp at first, but when I start tonguing her harder, she starts pulling at it and undulating her hips to force more contact out of me. Not a problem for me there, and I alternate rough circles around her clit with soft sucking…causing her to ramp up and back down, bringing her close and then leaving her hanging.
I love the intimacy of this…with Kate…and when she finally moans, “Please,” I decide to give her what she wants. I flutter my tongue hard and fast against her. When I feel her body start to tense, I purse my lips and suck hard on her clit, and it’s all fucking over for her.
She cries out softly…in deference, I know, to our need to remain quiet…and her hands push down hard on the back of my head, even as her hips slam upward. Demanding and seeking more as she rides the crest of pleasure. I keep my mouth on her, lightly running my tongue over her sensitive flesh while she jerks and spasms underneath me.
Finally, her body starts to quiet and she lets out a huge gust of air. I pull my mouth away and look up at her. Her head is lifted again, and in the semidarkness I can see her eyes glistening with unshed wetness. But for the soft smile on her face, I would be concerned about the near tears threatening, but I can tell by the satisfaction and warm desire in her look that she was moved by that experience.
And fuck…that moves me.
And I don’t want to be moved in that way, so I hastily push up from the bed so I can look away from her.
As I reach for the condom, Kate halts me when she says my name softly. “Zack?”
I turn my head slowly, afraid of what I might see on her face, but I’m immensely relieved to see her eyes are dry of tears but filled instead with mischief. “Why have I not ever done that before? That was freakin’ transcendental.”
It was amazing for me too. The entire time she was writhing underneath me, I was brimming with satisfaction of pure male dominance over the way I was possessing her…consuming her. I didn’t have that with Gina, I suddenly realize. Ours was more of a mutual give and take…even when I was going down on her. I was giving her something that I knew she loved, and she took it gladly. It satisfied us both. It made me happy to do it.
But right now…I am beyond satisfied. I almost feel mystically fulfilled, knowing how much Kate enjoyed that. Knowing that I was the first to do that to her.
I turn to reach for the condom again, then hesitate, thinking maybe I want to pounce back on her and do that just one more time. See if it’s as good for both of us the second time as the first. Maybe that was a onetime-only transcendence for her.
“I want to do that to you,” Kate blurts out, and my body jerks over the yearning in her voice, and my cock, which has been rock-hard the entire time I was eating Kate out, jumps in capitulation.
Yes, please, my dick yells at me. Let her suck me off.
My head swivels slowly to look at Kate through the gloom, my hand crushing the foil packet in my hand as lust sizzles through me. She’s raises herself slightly, propping up on her elbows, which causes those gorgeous tits to push outward. “Have you ever given a blow job before?” I ask her in a thick voice, my eyes slowly moving from her breasts to her face.
She shakes her head, her face tilting to the side as her eyes lower in uncharacteristic shyness. “No,” she whispers, but then raises her face to me, tilting her chin up. “But I can learn.”
I almost choke in surprise over the stubborn resolution in her voice. Oh, man…I know Kate is one of those people who applies herself one hundred percent to the task and I bet she would give a fucking Grade-A blow job on her first attempt because she doesn’t really know how to fail at anything.