Chapter 35

His tongue dances over the spongy head, circling it, sucking at it, loving it. Just the tip, it’s maddening, and my hands fist in his cottony curls, trying to force him to take the full length in. He complies once, his lips smoothing down my erection then back to the bulbous head again, nuzzling it, nipping at it, God. One hand cradles my balls, the fingers fiddling with my ass; the other hand rubs up and down my dick, massaging it, working it harder and harder with a slow rhythm as he concentrates on my cockhead. My hands dig into his scalp and my hips thrust against his hand, his mouth. “God,” I sigh, and “Yes,” over and over again, because he feels so unbelievably good on me—I don’t know what else to say but Godand Jamie,and yes, yes, yes. Nothing else comes to mind.