Page 84 of Dad Next Door
He grinned and shimmied up my body. “I’m glad you enjoyed that. I certainly did.” He kissed me. The lingering taste of me on his lips made my spent dick twitch, but it would be down for a while after that orgasm.
“You did?” I had to ask, some of my previous worries creeping back into my pleasure-addled brain.
“Yup.” He caged me with his arms and lay over me like a predator. “Every second of it.”
I gripped his hips hard. “My turn?”
With a goofy grin, he half threw himself off me and flopped onto the bed.
Laughing at his antics, I rolled onto my side and settled over him, my arms and legs still shaking from my orgasm.
I took my time kissing him, enjoying feeling him under me as the last of the afterglow dissipated.
When I was as eager as him, I kissed my way down his sculpted pecs and chiseled stomach. He waxed for his jobs, and his smooth skin felt amazing against my lips.
He moaned softly when I kissed right above the waistband of his pants and pressed my cheek against his cock. He was rock hard and smelled amazing, like a mix of clean skin and musk.
Greedily, I mouthed his length through his pants.
“Oh god,” he moaned and ran his hands through my hair. “Tris,” he whispered.
Emboldened by his reactions, I undid his pants and fished out his cock.
My mouth watered as I squeezed his thick shaft. I’d already touched him, but a few handies under his clothes couldn’t compare to being able to see and feel all of him up close.
His cock was perfect. Long and thick with a flared head and a prominent vein I wanted to run my tongue over.
“Tris,” he rasped, his huge thighs trembling.
As much as I wanted to keep admiring him, I needed to taste him more.
Giving in to my desire, I dragged my tongue over his vein. His shuddering exhale spurred me on, and I closed my mouth over his tip and gave it a sucking kiss.
He gasped, then gasped again when I sucked harder. Teasing pleasure sounds out of him was almost as fun as finally getting my mouth on him. He was quiet, but not reserved, as I feasted on him, memorizing every ridge and line of his cock as I mapped them with my mouth.
“Tris.” One of his hands fisted in my hair. “I’m close.”
Not wanting to miss a moment of his pleasure, I kept my eyes on his face and slowed my pace, making sure to keep my suction even and my movements steady.
The muscles in his neck went taut as he arched his back, his face screwed up in a mask of desperation.
His cock pulsed in my mouth and his balls drew up tight, hugging the base of his dick.
“Tris,” he moaned. “I’m gonna?—”
A moment later, he tipped over the edge and came with a strangled gasp.
I swallowed everything he gave me, never taking my eyes off his face as he emptied down my throat.
“Jesus,” he mumbled dazedly, his body a limp puddle on the bed.
“Good?” I asked, hating the little part of me that immediately started analyzing the encounter to make sure he really had enjoyed it and hadn’t just been trying to placate me.
“Remember what you said? The mind-bending thing? That, but times one thousand.” He lifted his shaking arms. “Come here.”
I crawled up his body and practically fell on him in my haste to feel his kiss.
He kept them slow and soft, the kind of kiss that comes from a place of intimacy and satiation. The kind of kiss you shared with someone you cared about, someone you never wanted to let go of.