He stared down at Sallie and watched in agonized lust as his cock pumped in shallow thrusts past swollen, reddened lips.
Innocence filled her face … Sallie’s face. A younger, far less cynical version. Her hair was darker, her face a bit fuller, her features not as defined, but it was definitely Sallie.
And she was loving his dick as he instructed her on how to take him deeper, how to allow the swollen head to fuck clear to her throat. He could feel the heat, the snug suction each time she swallowed on the wide crest.
Her expression mesmerized and filled with her sexual excitement, he watched as the generous length and girth of his shaft was slowly, agonizingly slowly, consumed.
He could feel the swallowing motions, the spasms of her throat on his cock as he took her and pulled back, pushed in again. And it was killing him, because he knew she’d never done this before. Knew she’d been a virgin for him.
Fuck, he wasn’t going to be able to hold on to his control. His need to come was killing him, stealing his control and demanding he give her his release. He wanted to feel it shooting from him, filling her throat as she swallowed … and then she moaned …
Jacob awoke, sweat beaded on his forehead, his muscles tense as he fought back a groan. The fingers of one hand gripped the base, holding back his release as his jaw clenched with the effort not to come.
Beside him, Sallie was awake. He knew, by God, she was awake. He could feel the tension in her body, a heavy watchfulness as he turned his head and stared into her drowsy face.
“Jacob…” she whispered. She slowly sat up. “I could go…”
“Go where?” She wasn’t leaving. He flipped the sheet back, revealing his erection, watching as her gaze shot to it and her tongue peaked out, swiping quickly over her lips. “You’re needed right here, baby.”
If lust wasn’t pounding through his veins like a runaway train, he’d be able to decipher the strange combination of sensual hunger and wariness that swept across her face. But it was. The combination of the dream and the woman he’d been tempted by in those dreams for years, in the bed next to him, pushed any misgivings to the back of his mind.
He wanted her mouth. Wanted it consuming him, driving him crazy with pleasure. Lifting his arm, he slid his hand into the back of her hair, urging her to him.
“Give me that sweet mouth, baby,” he demanded, remembering every erotic second of a dream that felt far too real.
Reaching out, she touched his cheek, her hand caressing from his face, along his neck, moving slowly, sensually to the aching flesh rising between his thighs.
Her expression was somber, something almost saddened tinging her features and just as he was ready to pull back, to rescind the demand, she moved. Easing along his body until she knelt between his thighs. Just the way he wanted her. Just as she had been in his dreams.
Naked, her breasts swollen, nipples hard, she glanced up at him again, and goddamn, that look on her face. Just as it had been in his dreams.
“You know what I want,” he growled, watching her lashes lower, a flush spread across her cheeks. “Give it to me, Sallie. All of it.”
She’d teased him with it that first night, taking him only so far when he’d thought for certain she’d give him that ultimate pleasure.
This time, she’d give him what he needed.
Her head lowered, her tongue swiping over the throbbing crest before she went lower, licking, kissing, until she reached the taut sac of his balls. She played there, laving the tight flesh, sucking lightly at it as Jacob felt his breathing accelerate.
As she began her return journey, he opened his eyes and watched her, nearly shaking as she made her way to the lust-darkened crest once again.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned as she let her mouth cover the sensitive head, her tongue licking, stroking as she sucked at him lightly.
She had to ease her way into it, some part of him urged caution when he wanted to rush her. Let her set the pace, take him at her comfort level. If he did, his reward would be the most erotic fucking blowjob outside his fantasies.
Her eyes drifted closed as she went lower, working his cock along her tongue, easing down marginally then slipping back, returning. Each time she went a little lower, pulled back, licked, and sucked as his balls tightened further.
He was going to blow. Just the thought of what he knew was coming …
“Fuck. Yes.” She went lower, her tongue flattening as he felt her swallow when the wide crest met the back of her tongue. “Make me crazy, sweetheart.”
She pulled back slowly, breathing through her nose, swallowing as she moved her mouth along his cock until once again, he was poised at the back of her tongue.
“God, yes,” he growled. “Your sweet mouth … Fucking tight … hot.”
She was killing him, shredding his control.
Jacob’s thighs tightened, his jaw clenching with the effort to hold back a desperate groan.
“That’s it…” His voice was graveled, rough. “Sweet baby … so damned good.”
He could feel her easing closer, swallowing, taking him deeper as sweat ran along his temple. Ah God, it was killing him. It was his fantasy, part of the dreams that haunted him, step by step. Every sensation. Every stroke, every strike of pleasure that frayed his control.
Until the moment he felt her take him all the way.
Jacob stared down at her, feeling the incredible sensation of her throat tightening on him as she swallowed before she eased back, returned, holding him for brief seconds then releasing him again.
“Fuck, Sallie … God, I’m not going to last.” He could barely talk, barely breathe.
She went down on him again, and this time, she took all of him. He felt the rippling, tightening pressure, the heat of her mouth, her tongue moving against him.
She eased back.
On the next slow penetration, her lips met the base of his dick, her throat tightened on him, and he lost it. Without warning, a shattered groan tore from his throat as he felt the swollen crest expand, felt her tighten, and his release erupted.
Violent, fierce, his come blasted down her throat. The pressure increased as she swallowed, struggled to hold in place as the ecstatic flashes of pure rapture tore through his mind. In that moment, fantasy and reality merged, the haunting vision of a younger Sallie, the present vision of her, and the two so striking he couldn’t separate them.
As the final, hard eruption of his release jetted against the back of her throat he felt her easing back again, slowly, her tongue working over him as she swallowed, caressing the over sensitive crest with each beat of his heart.
He wasn’t finished with her yet. Still hard, locked in a place where nothing mattered but this woman and returning to her the sheer ecstasy she’d given him.
“Ride me, baby,” he demanded, reaching for her, lifting her as she rose from between his thighs. “Come on, own me.”
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“Ride me, baby. Come on, own me…”
Sallie fought not to cry out as the words repeated the past. The last time he’d taken her in Switzerland, the way he’d pulled her up his body as the taste of him still lingered in her senses.
She fought to breathe, to separate the past from today, the man he had been from the man he was now. But she couldn’t. They were the same. As he pulled her to him, lifting her until her thighs gripped his hips, he was still shockingly hard and so ready for her. And she was so slick, so wet, her body screaming out for his.