Panicking briefly, I looked down. He was there on the doormat, thankfully still life-sized, on his knees and staring at my c**k like it was the best Christmas present he’d ever had. Obviously appreciating the attention, it gave him a little wave.
I gasped as Shane grabbed hold of my erection—and let out a strangled cry as he plunged his mouth down over it. “God…”
He looked up at me, eyes twinkling as his lips moved up and down my shaft. Then he pulled off with a pop and started running his tongue up the shaft, right from the base to that little spot just under the head that feels like it’s hotwired to heaven. “Stop…” I moaned. “Too good…” I grabbed him under the arms and pulled him up for that kiss. He tasted of salt and musk, with undertones of Lilith’s home-made fudge. Luckily the jean
