Page 119 of Free Agent
“Pretty sure?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow.
“I love that you’re worried about me, but all I want right now is to be close to you,” I told her. “We’ve got the massage cream, we’ve got the heat, we’ve got whatever we need to do to make me feel better. Whatever we break, we’ll fix. So, stop playing and take off those damn panties.”
Her eyes widened, and for a moment, we just stared at each other before both bursting into laughter.
“You really want me bad, huh?” she teased.
“That’s all I’ve been trying to say.”
“Mmhmm,” she murmured as she lifted herself up just enough to slide my boxers down, allowing my dick to spring free. “Oh, this is what you wanted,” she said, wrapping her hands around it, squeezing gently. “You said a massage, right?”
“With your pussy,” I countered, making her laugh.
And then she did her very best to swallow me whole.
That shit was nothing to laugh about.
I tried to keep my shoulders relaxed, to talk myself out of getting up on my elbows so I could enjoy the view. But I couldn’t help it; I needed to see the show she was putting on.
Spit lubricated her hands perfectly.
The grip was tight.
The timing on each pump of her hands impeccable.
All while she sucked me off like she was trying to pull me through a damn milkshake straw.
My hands instinctively went for her head, wanting to sink my fingers into her hair, but instead, I grabbed onto the sheets, not wanting to disrupt how neatly she’d put it away. She didn’t need me to guide her head or urge her to take more of me down her throat.
She knew exactly what the fuck she was doing, and she did it well.
She didn’t even stop when I warned her I was about to cum.
Instead, she went even harder, keeping me down her throat as my hips surged with the pressure of the orgasm.
She swallowed it all and then looked up at me with a satisfied smile as she licked her lips and pulled my boxers back up.
“How do you feel now?” she asked.
“Shit… like I could run through a fucking brick wall,” I laughed. “Give me just a few minutes, and then I want you to go ahead and climb up.”
“Don’t be greedy,” she said, moving to lay beside me. “That was the compromise!”
“I don’t know about that.”
She laughed. “I do. We’ll see how you adapt, and then maybe next time…”
“No fair,” I groaned.
“Very fair,” she countered, snuggling against me. “I just want you to be okay.”
There was something in her tone that told me not to make a joke about that. When I peeked at her, her eyes were already on me, filled with concern.
“Why are you so worried?” I asked softly. “I’ve been dealing with this my whole life. It just comes and goes. I’ll be okay.”
“This is my first time dealing with it though. So… forgive me for being a little over-the-top.”
“You’re not being over-the-top,” I said, kissing her forehead. “And even if you were, it’s kind of making me feel good, having a pretty woman worried about me—it’s a nice change.”