When I got to his dick, I licked him from base to tip. I bathed his dorsal vein with a flat tongue and then I swallowed as much of him as I could into my mouth. When he started clawing the rug beneath him, I paused, kneeling back between his legs. I folded him in half, nibbling the seam of his balls down his crack and when I found what I wanted, I ate like a man who was starving.

“Please,” he gasped. “God. Please.”

I picked up the tempo.

“Pleeeease! I can’t take it. Please, I need you inside me.”

I stopped what I was doing. Those were the words I needed to hear. I entered him slowly. Carefully and gently. I watched his face as I did it. I saw the second it hit him. His eyes slammed shut and his mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. He was frozen for a moment. I didn’t move. I waited until he started moving first. We moved together. Rising and falling like waves. Like water. We took our time. We went slowly, then fast. We crashed into each other like a river flowing over rocks, wearing each other down, rubbing against each other’s rough surfaces until they were smooth. Bare. Until there was nothing except for us. Just him and me.

I scooted back on my knees and curled my fingers around his hard cock. He thrust into my hand, grazing his ass up and down on my dick until he came. He cried out again, but that time, it was far from silent. I pulled out and jerked myself twice, before unleashing an epic flood on his chest.

“Wha. . . why did you pull out?” His voice dragged me out of a realm where only pleasure existed.

“I didn’t want to knot you by accident and get stuck inside you again.”

“Why not?”

I couldn’t help smiling. Jules-in-heat was incorrigible. “’Cause, dumbass, if I get stuck on top of you, I’ll crush you.”

“So why didn’t we just go with last night’s position then?”

“Because I wanted to see your face.”

His eyes softened for a brief second, but quickly filled with mischief. He pushed me off him and got to his feet. He turned his back on me, looking down at me over his shoulder. My eyes followed the long, curved line of his spine. Drool pooled in my mouth. I swallowed it quickly. His scent was heady. Thick and heavy. He was pumping pheromones at me like it was his job.

“You’ve been looking at my face for years,” he said. “Don’t you want to see something else?” As he said it, he spread his legs and leaned forward. He placed a hand on each of his knees. His cheeks spread and his hole winked at me.

Jesus. He was trying to kill me.