With his tip teasing the back of my throat, I sealed my lips and ran them and my tongue up and down. In the short time since I’d fallen to my knees, his cock had gone from hardening to rock solid. When I looked up, I saw the combination of restraint and pleasure in his expression. Van’s chin was lifted and the muscles and tendons of his neck stretched. His arms and hands were at his side, the tension visible with his fisted fingers.

This wasn’t my first blow job, but it was the first one I wanted to do because of the desire bubbling within me and the first one I wanted to be sure I did right.

The sound of a pop echoed through the cabin as my lips came off his steel-hard rod. I reached for Van’s hands. When his eyes met mine, I placed his hands on top of my head, over my messy bun. “Use me, Van. I want to do this right.”

His fingers splayed over my head, before dropping to my cheeks. “If you don’t think what you’re doing is right, you’re not paying attention.”

His erect penis bobbed before me.

I grinned. “I’m paying attention. I’ve invited, now I want you to lead.”

“Fuck, Julia. I don’t want to hurt you.”

My tongue licked his length from the tip until his coarse hair tickled my face. “You won’t. Use me.”

Van’s chest inflated and deflated with each deep breath. His hands came back to my hair. “You’re doing well. Open your lips, Julia.”

I did as he instructed.

“Rest your tongue and close your lips. I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

I nodded.

His cock slid within my mouth as I closed my lips. My eyes closed as Van began to move, pushing deeper each time. I concentrated on not gagging as my core became wetter and wetter with his wordless noises of pleasure. My hands went to his strong thighs as Van continued pistoning his hips. It was as his grip tightened and his speed increased that I knew he was close.

When he tried to pull away, I wrapped my arms around his legs, refusing to not follow through on what I’d started.

“Fuck, Julia, I’m going to come.”

I held tighter to his legs as his cock began to throb, my mouth filled, and I rapidly swallowed. The cabin filled with Van’s mumbled curses as I stayed on my knees, licking and sucking until he was satisfied and clean. When I looked up, I saw a gaze filled with so much emotion that I would fall to my knees every damn day to see it again.

“You’re…” He didn’t finish his sentence. He offered me his hand.

“I’m?” I asked as I stood and leaned into him.

“More. Every second of every day, you’re more.”