I’m quiet because how do I say out loud that I want to give him a Valentine’s Day blow job?

When I don’t reply, he swallows hard. “No! Not here. Not like this.”

“Please. I want to.” My palms resting over his thighs drift upward as I reach closer to his crotch.

Conflict splashes over Lukas’ face, and the knowledge that he wants this as much as me but his morals are standing in the way gives me courage. I drop to my knees before him and move my hands to his belt.

When he looks at me, his expression is still torn. His hands are on either side of him, gripping the leather seat.

I unbuckle his belt, unbutton the jeans, and pull the zipper down. When I pull him out of his cotton boxers, my hands quiver. The muscles of my sex clench at the sight of him.

We have had sex a few times now, but watching him so close, feeling him in my hand, is still new. I gently squeeze him, and when my gaze flies to his, I notice he’s staring at me. I don’t look away and start to gently, slowly, move my hand against his length, until I’m stroking him in earnest. I feel the veins underneath his softness and the wetness at the crown of his cock.

“Fuck, Autumn.” His hands leave the seat and get lost in my hair. “Take me in your mouth.”

I obey because I don’t think there’s anything that Lukas will say that I wouldn’t do.

I lean forward and take him inside my mouth, little by little. My lips glide over his head and his silky shaft until I can’t take him in anymore.

He’s huge.

I try to push more of him into my mouth when his hand flattens over my head. “This is good. I don’t want you to gag.” And when I suck him between my lips, he releases a hoarse sound. “You feel fucking amazing.”

His hands remain buried in my hair, tightening once in a while, and his head is thrown back. My eyes don’t leave his face as I glide my hand up and down his cock, sucking him like this is my oxygen.

Lukas’ face is red, and a vein pops out on his forehead. When I suck him deeper and roll his balls with one hand, his eyes fly open and he looks down at me. We don’t lose contact as his hips jerk, and I can feel him swelling in my mouth.

“You…don’t have to swallow,” he whispers hoarsely. “You can…pull away.”

But I can’t, because I want everything this man has to offer.