I steadied myself.
Then, without breaking eye contact, I slid my mouth back down, taking him in more confidently this time.
My hand moved in rhythm with my lips, stroking where I couldn’t yet reach, and the sounds he made, low grunts and sharp intakes of breath, told me I was driving him crazy.
“f**k,” he hissed, his voice strained, his fingers tightening in my hair.
He didn’t pull, but the subtle pressure urged me to slow down. I froze, his length still heavy on my tongue, and glanced up at him.
His dark eyes bore into mine, intense and full of something I couldn’t quite place.
“Let me teach you,” he said, his voice rough but deliberate. “You’ll like it more if you know what you’re doing.”
His voice husky.
I nodded, unsure if I could even speak with his d**k still in my mouth
