Once my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I saw he was already gloriously naked, his large hand fisted around his cock. I tried to find the right position. When I kept my pussy pressed tight to his mouth, the couch blocked my view. But if I tried leaning to the side or forward, I lost the connection with his mouth.

Neither worked, but especially not the last one.

“I still can’t see,” I forced out. As good as his mouth felt, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him jacking off since that night in the backyard.

Ward stood and took my hand, pulling me up.

“I slept through you showering?” I looked down at the fabric bundle tossed off to the side. “I slept through you taking my pants off?”

“Thought about just letting you sleep when you didn’t wake up. Thought about it hard. For about five seconds. Decided I need you too bad.”

I wasn’t arguing. After spending the day worried about how his day was going, I could use the reassurance.

Ward kissed me until I could barely think, then sat me on the edge of his bed and kneeled in front of me. He angled his lower half to the side and leaned in to lap at me. “Does this work, baby?”

“Your tongue, yes. The visual? No. Belly barrier.”

He leaned up and kissed it. “A beautiful one. Middle of the bed, baby.”

I did as he said, and we tried again, but angling my body gave me a cramp.

Ward massaged my side while his cock stayed hard, jutting out from his insane body.

I wanted to watch him stroke it while he ate me. That was the fantasy. But clearly, it wasn’t going to happen until I no longer had a built-in obstruction.

I teased my fingertips up his hardness before wrapping my hand around it. Curving carefully so the muscle cramp didn’t return, I replaced my fingers with my tongue, licking lightly up his shaft before taking him in my mouth. I couldn’t fit much, but I worked with what I could.

Ward’s hand cupped my head, but he didn’t try to control my speed. In my peripheral, I could see his other hand fisted in the sheets, his knuckles white with the effort to hold back. But it was what I saw in his hooded blue eyes that ensnared me and wouldn’t let me go.

Fire.

Need.

Hunger.

I swirled my tongue before pulling away. Not completely. I began stroking him again, unable to not touch him.

It was a trait we apparently shared.

“I have an idea.”

“What?” he groaned.

“Just fuck me.”

I didn’t have to ask—or order—twice. “On your knees, baby.”

He didn’t have to ask—or order—twice, either.