Head over Heels: A Single Dad Romance(13)

I looked up and could see he was enjoying the view. He gave me a sexy little smile and wonton desire flooded my sex.

I focused my attention on the task at hand wrapped my palm low around the base of his cock, my fingers grabbed hold before I added my other hand further up to cover his length. With almost every inch of him under my control, I sucked in my cheeks to heighten the sensation, then pushed my tongue hard against his sensitive underside and pulled off in one tight, fluid move.

The strangled cry that seemed to come from his toes told me he enjoyed the sensation, so I puckered my lips over the tip and pressed myself down on him again. I collapsed my mouth tightly around his cock and pulled off again.

"Oh fuck," he cried out as his hands descended on the back of my head. I was a worried that he would try to rush me or force himself in deeper, but he had no such intention. Yet. For now, his hands rested lightly on the back of my head, tangling in my hair and allowing me free reign to feast on his cock. And I did. I took him in, rocking my body back and forth.

As I relaxed, I began to pull him in a deeper. I focused on the sensation of his large cock as it slid over my tongue and the pop as he burst from my tightly clenched lips. He felt so good. I wanted more, I wanted him deeper. I picked up the pace, my hands increased their pressure to keep up.

I was riding the wave, rocking my body back and forth and sucking him down, but a moment later, he practically pulled me off with a strangled cry.

"Fuck, Devon," he panted, "you're going to make me come right now."

I almost growled in frustration. I didn't want to stop. I wanted more. I threw him a wicked smile and reached out to run my fingers along his length. It was thick and rigid, the heavy tip almost purple with need.

"Don't worry," he chuckled as if reading my mind, "I can think of a better place for that shaft."

My eyes went as wide as my wayward thoughts, and the ache between my legs doubled. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Michael took the bait and slid to the floor. He hovered over me like an animal stalking his prey and I spread out on the hard floor just for him. I shouldn't have been surprised that he didn't immediately dive between my legs and relieve his need. He wasn't the kind of guy to leave a girl unfulfilled. Instead, he leaned over and ran his hands up my body. His fingers left a trail of desire in their wake and his eyes sparkled at me as he began his mission.

My eyes fluttered closed as he alternately kissed and licked his way down my body. He stopped at my breast to suckle on one tender bud, nipping at it until it ached. "So perfect," he whispered, and soon I was writhing under his touch, wiggling my body and urging him to move his attention lower.

When he pulled off one nipple and latched on to the other, desire flooded straight to my core. I was already so wet, I wasn't sure I could hold out any longer. I looked down in time to see a dirty grin lift the corner of his mouth before he continued lower.

He lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders and my breath hitched, waiting for the inevitable. Instead, he licked his lips and lowered his head between my thighs. I thought I would explode with joy.

His tongue flicked out quickly to taste the juices that covered my sex - just as I did with him. I was so surprised that I let out a little yelp. He chuckled, and a tremor vibrated along my pussy.

I thought he might start slowly then work up to a crescendo, but Michael never did what I expected. Without warning, his mouth descended on my mound. Hot and demanding, he ran his tongue over my folds as if staking his claim.

"I've waited so long for this," he murmured as the tip of his tongue trailed up and down along my slit. I whimpered underneath him, not sure I could believe what I was hearing. His tongue slid up and down through my folds before teasing my tight opening, "just like I imagined."

"Oh, yes," I called out and pressed my hips towards his eager mouth. I couldn't believe what I was hearing - after all this time, he was imagining doing this to me? My heart soared and my pussy tingled at the thought.

His tongue continued to explore until he landed on my sweet spot and lathed at the bundle of nerves. I jerked underneath him and spread my legs wider. He responded by snaking his hand up to redouble his efforts. It was unbearably amazing.

The solid hardwood floor kept me locked in place as his mouth returned to explore my folds and his fingers lightly danced on my nub. I could feel the stars align behind my eyes and gasped at his expertise.

When his tongue danced down to push against my opening I let out a low moan, he countered by circling the opening before plunging inside. It was too much - but I also wanted more. I had work to hold back my release as his dancing tongue worked me from inside and his nimble fingers worked me out.

I crushed my eyes closed as my body began to shake with my aching need. I was so close. "Wait, stop," I panted, "I want you inside me," I wanted to wait for him like he waited for me but I was in danger of going over the edge without him.

Michael lifted his head and caught my eye. "Come for me, Devon," he commanded gently, and that's all it took.

I arched my back and let go. "Michael!" I called out his name as a thousand stars shattered around me as my body exploded. I had one hand flat against the hardwood floor, while the other gripped his head. He continued to suckle and tease me, holding me down with one hand as I bucked against him, unable to control the pleasure thundering through my body.