She leans into me, kisses my chest, and her hands caress my shoulders and trace my abs, and then her fingers are at the fly of my jeans, unzipping me. I love that, the feel of her hands unzipping my jeans. And the button is popped, and my dick is pressing up at the opening against my underwear.

Des straddles me, pushes me back against the couch and leans down, kisses my shoulder. Her heavy boobs drape against my chest, drag soft as silk against my skin. I can’t not touch her, my hands sliding up and down her spine. But then she’s off me and on the floor in front of me, dragging at the legs of my pants until they come off, bringing my underwear with them part of the way. I lift up and she tugs both jeans and boxer-brief off at once, her mouth touching my thigh, the other thigh, and then my hip.

“I don’t suppose you’re on birth control, are you?” I ask.

“No,” she says, wrapping one hand around my dick. “Why?”

“Because I don’t have any protection.”

She pauses and looks up at me. “You don’t?”

I shake my head. “Nope. I had three left in my toiletries bag, and I used them with you on Mackinac. I haven’t had a need for them since.”

“You haven’t?”

I shook my head. “No. I told you, there’s been no one since you, that night.”

“For me either.”

My eyes close involuntarily as her fist slides down my length. “We’re going to…need condoms,” I say between groans.

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She rolls her thumb over my head, and then plunges her fist down to the root, then drags it slowly back up. I glance at her, watch her as she stares at her own hand, at my cock, and she glances at my face. “So what do we do?”

“I could go get some.”

She shakes her head, and she’s leaning over me. “No. I don’t want you to leave me.”

“It wouldn’t take long.”

She twists her fist around me, and yes, she’s definitely closer, now. “That’d be too long.” She looks up at me. “Have your guy go get them for us. Oliver.”

“You wouldn’t be embarrassed for him to know what we’re—”

“I’m pretty sure he already does, Adam.”

There’s no doubt, now. She’s leaning over me, my cock rock-hard and throbbing in both hands now, her fists sliding over me hand-over-hand, and she’s watching from an inch away.

“Des?”

She ignores me, reaches to the floor at her side and rummages in the pocket of my jeans, withdraws my cell and hands it to me. I let out a breath and then take the phone, bring up my text thread with Oliver.

Need a huge favor, dude.

He responds after a couple seconds. Would I find your favor in the family planning aisle?

God bless Oliver. Yes.

Ok. But I’m not sure you’re paying me enough for this.

I’ll give you a raise.

Sounds like you’ve got the “raise” aspect of things covered, boss.

I will fire your ass so fast…

LOL. Stop texting during foreplay. It’s rude.

I toss the phone aside and return my attention to Des, who is utterly absorbed in her ministrations. Her hands move slowly up and down my length.

“I want to taste you, Adam.” She leans even closer, her lips inches from me.

“Des…”

“I’ve never done it before, and I want to.”

My breath catches in my lungs as her lips wrap around the head of my cock. Her mouth is warm and wet and I can’t help a groaning exhale of bliss leave me as she bobs down ever so slightly. My head falls back on the couch and I force my eyes open to watch her. Her mouth is spread wide around me, her eyes raised to look at me.

She pulls back and I leave her mouth with a pop. “Was that okay?”

I laugh. “Anything you do is amazing, Des. Just don’t bite, and it’ll feel incredible.”

She moves back down, taking me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my tip, tasting. Her hand is around the base, just holding, and then she strokes once and I unconsciously lift my hips. She lets out a sound of surprise, and then backs away, sucks once with her lips around the head, then lowers her mouth around me.

“Jesus, Des. You’re gonna have to stop soon.”

“Mmm-mmm—” She makes a negative sound, and then lifts her mouth off me, stroking me as she goes. “No way. You really like this, don’t you?”

“God yes.”

“More than fucking me?” she asks, and then her mouth is around me again and I can’t help groaning.

“Hell no. Jesus—!” The last is an exclamation of surprise as she sucks hard and lowers her mouth around me until I’m sure it has to be uncomfortable.

At that moment, I hear my front door open, and a small square package flies to land on the floor. I glance at it, and see that he’s bought extra small condoms. “Oliver, you asshole!” I try to sound normal.

I hear his rasping laughter and then another package flies through the foyer to land beside the first, this time a package of condoms that will actually fit me.

And then the door closes and he’s gone.

When she heard the door open, Des paused and glanced toward the opening, to make sure he wasn’t going to show up. Once she hears the door close, she gives me a wicked grin and takes me in her mouth again. And this time, she shows no mercy. Her fist flutters up and down at the root of my cock, and her lips slide around my girth, going down and down, and then back up, and up, and now she’s set a rhythm, slow and steady.

I’m having trouble holding still, holding back. “Des, stop.”

I pull at her, but she takes my hands in hers, tangles our fingers. Her eyes go to mine as she bobs her head, watching me. I try to pull my hands free, but she doesn’t release them, holding tight and fighting against my grip. Her eyes show humor briefly, and then she’s going down on me harder and faster, and I know I can’t hold back.

“Fuck, Des, I’m gonna come. You have to stop or I’m gonna—”

She pauses with her lips wrapped around the head and sucks hard, and I know it’s hopeless. She moves our joined hands to her head, places my palms on her hair, and then takes my root in her fist and cups my balls in her hands. I tug her ponytail from the elastic band and feather my hands through her black locks, holding it away from her face. She bobs again, stroking my base and sucking.

I’m gone.

I cry out, unleashing suddenly, unable to warn her again, and she makes a sound of surprise, but doesn’t stop or slow down. I feel myself explode in her mouth, and she keeps bobbing, keeps caressing my length, and then I hear her gulp and I’m exploding still, groaning and trying desperately not to thrust too hard.




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