After dropping her purse onto the nightstand, she switched on the table lamp and began taking her earrings off. All the while she kept her back to him.
Sean turned the lock on the door and waited to see if she’d say anything. After a minute of watching her take off her jewelry, he guessed she wasn’t going to.
“Tired?” he asked.
She turned to look at him over her shoulder as she unbuckled the belt around her waist. “No.”
“Hungry?”
“No. Are you?”
Sean shrugged, pushing away from the door and sitting on the end of the bed. “Not really.” He looked at the alarm clock on his nightstand. Quarter past midnight. “What do you feel like doing?”
She looked at him for a moment as if she were trying to read his mind. “It’s late. We should probably go to bed.”
His thoughts exactly. But not to sleep.
She shrugged off her jacket and draped it over the back of an armchair. When she crossed in front of him on her way to the bathroom, he snaked his arm around her waist.
“You know,” he began before pulling her between his outstretched legs. “I like this dress of yours. The color kind of reminds me of Kermit the Frog.”
She rested her hands on his shoulders and raised her brows. “Is that a good thing?”
“Oh, yeah.” He ran both hands up along her ribs. “Kermit the Frog turns me on.”
She snickered. “Does he?”
“Totally. There’s just something about that little green guy that gets my engine running.”
He slowly lowered the zipper down the back of her dress. A flush crept up her neck and into her cheeks.
“You know that’s fucked up, right?”
“We all have our secrets, Darce,” he said as he pushed the sleeves off her shoulders. The dress fell down, collecting at her waist, exposing an unbelievably sexy navy bra. “Now it’s time to find out the answer to one of your secrets.”
He tugged her dress down past her hips and saw a matching pair of navy panties.
“What’s that?” she whispered.
“How you taste.”
Before she could respond, Sean placed his lips against her soft belly. He felt her quiver as he touched the tip of his tongue to her skin. His hands roamed south along her waist and hips, tugging her panties out of the way. Her whole body started to shake like it was below freezing, yet her skin was burning up. He pushed her panties down over her ass and let gravity take over.
Wrapping his arms around her backside, he lifted her as he lay back on the bed. She shrieked, trying to brace her fall with her arms, but Sean quickly flipped her so she was underneath him.
He would have liked to see the shock on her face, but he was inches away from her pussy, and that was the only thing on his mind.
Sean lingeringly placed kisses along her stomach, smiling at her gasp as he dipped his tongue into the hollow of her navel. Rubbing his hands down the outsides of her thighs, he hitched both her knees up and opened her wide.
Sean heard her breath catch before it sped up. Fuck, she was already panting. Either that or about to hyperventilate.
He touched his lips to the inside of her thigh. “You okay up there?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He stole a glance up her gorgeous body. Darcy’s eyes were wide with a mix of apprehension and lust. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were pressed together in a tight line.
“You ready for part one of your test?”
She quickly nodded her head, pressing her mouth together even tighter. Although he could smell her arousal… could see her folds glistening with need, her body language was all off. She was definitely leaning more toward apprehensive than aroused.
Sean pushed against the bed and moved up her body. He ran a hand up the center of Darcy’s stomach, over her breasts to the side of her neck. Her pulse hammered away along the tight cords of muscle.
Hating to see how nervous she was, he reached for her hand and tenderly pressed it against his lips.
“Darce, relax. You know you can trust me. If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. We can save it for another time.”
Darcy blinked her big dark eyes, staring back up at him. She swallowed before saying, “No, I really want to do this.”
He let go of her hand and stroked the side of her cheek with his thumb. “Am I wrong to assume no one has ever done this to you before?”
She shook her head.
Some guys might be intimidated by being someone’s first. Sean wasn’t one of them.
Sex, whether oral or intercourse, always came naturally for him. If he had to choose between going down on a woman and being inside her, he’d pick penetration every time.
But there was something intimate about oral sex that he could appreciate as well. It was all about pleasing the woman, unless you were the type of guy who only did it for reciprocation.
The whole key was watching for his partner’s cues. And he couldn’t wait to see what cues Darcy would give him.
He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her gently. Her lips were stiff, but as he worked his mouth over hers, he felt them soften. He leisurely pushed his tongue inside and brushed against hers. She was tentative at first. Timid. But after a moment, she relaxed her neck and mouth, and their kiss deepened.
His dick was already rock hard, and with each soft little mew he heard from her throat, it became painfully harder. She sucked on his tongue and he growled, allowing his hand to skim down and pull her bra cup to the side. Her nipple was hard as he ran his thumb over the tip. And when he rolled it between his thumb and index finger, she moaned his name.
It took his clouded brain a second to realize she was tugging on his shirt, trying to get it over his head. He quickly rose up, whipped the damn shirt off, and bent to latch his mouth on to where his fingers had been.
She arched her back off the bed and whimpered. Fuck, he loved that. Her body was so responsive to his every touch. It was like she was preprogrammed for him.
He sucked and swiped her pebbled tip with his tongue. Her breasts were firm and round and just about the most perfect part of any woman’s body he’d ever seen.
“Sean, your pants,” she sighed.
Letting go of her nipple with a loud pop, he moved toward the end of the bed and repositioned himself between her legs.
“They aren’t going to be in the way for what I have planned.”
He skimmed his hands down her legs and pulled one knee over his shoulder. She quivered again, but when he looked back up her body, the only thing he saw staring back at him was desire.
Exactly what he wanted.
He parted her slick, soft folds with his thumbs. She was perfect. Pink, glistening, and ready for him. He wasn’t waiting a second longer.
He ran his tongue along her opening, loving the way her body jerked in response. He licked teasingly up and down, moaning at the way she tasted on his tongue. The moment he touched her clitoris, her hips surged off the bed, and she groaned.
Gently, he ran the tip of his tongue around her clit. Her hips rocked against his mouth and her breathing grew louder. She was definitely more into what he was doing with her clit than what he’d been doing to her labia, so he concentrated his efforts on her tight bundle of nerves.
“Oh, my God,” she moaned.
Her hips moved faster.
Fuck yeah, she was into it.
He slowly pushed his finger inside her, and her muscles instantly clamped around it. What he wouldn’t give for that to be his cock right now. But honestly, he was so fucking turned on by the fact that she was getting off on what he was doing with his mouth he could keep his mouth between her legs all night.
“Sean—”
Christ, the way she cried his name almost crippled him with desire. He wished he could record it and make it his fucking ringtone. If there was such a thing as a pornographic cartoon, Darcy’s bedroom voice would be perfect for it. But right now, it was saying his name. His.
Sean knew she was close. He was fucking amazed at how fast she’d gotten there. Her low mews made him feel like he was a goddamn cunnilingus genius.
A cunnigenius.
Moving his tongue back and forth against her clit, he searched for her G-spot with his finger. He heard her take a shuddering breath before feeling her orgasm crash down onto her. Her body tremored and her breathy moans had him wanting to reach down and stroke himself.
Fuck if it didn’t make him feel like a million bucks.
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The only thing Darcy could hear was her own heartbeat. It sounded like a marching band stomping on her eardrums. Her pulse eventually slowed, and her other senses came back around.
Her mouth was dry from panting. Her sweat-dampened body shivered at the cool temperature in the room. Her muscles were still, and the only movement came from the rise and fall of her chest.
When she opened her eyes, she was staring at the ceiling in Sean’s partially lit room. She could smell a trace of fabric softener from the dark brown comforter on the bed.
She lifted her head to look down her body, and her neck muscles strained from the effort. She was blissfully exhausted.
Sean stood at the end of the bed. He was shirtless, and his glorious chest was rising and falling almost as quickly as hers was. He was looking at her intently. She almost expected to see a cocky smile on his face because he’d just given her another amazing orgasm, this time with his mouth. But the look in his eyes wasn’t boastful or arrogant.
If Darcy hadn’t known him like she did, she would have said he looked on the verge of losing all self-control. To do what, she didn’t know. But if the bulge in the front of his trousers was any indication, he was hungry for her.
Without a word and without taking his eyes off Darcy, he started to unfasten his pants. He pushed them to the floor and was left in his dark gray boxer briefs.
The lamp in the room threw shadows across his torso. God, his chest and his stomach were a sight to behold. Flat, smooth pectorals gave way to his long, defined abdomen. The light dusting of hair pulled her eyes down to his narrow waist.
Saliva suddenly flooded her mouth. She’d never given anyone a blow job before. Fuck, she didn’t have a clue how it was done. But she wanted to go down on Sean like it was the only thing she aspired to do in life.
“Is it time for part two of the test?” she asked, surprised at how clear and even her voice was.
His eyes flared. He was still but watched her with the intensity of someone trying to perform telekinesis.
She sat up, pulling her legs underneath her until she kneeled on the bed. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting the straps fall down her shoulders. Tossing it aside, she rose on the bed so she was eye level with him.
She had no idea what she was doing, but she didn’t care. Darcy let her body guide her. It seemed to know what it wanted, and who was she to stand in its way?
She ran her hands down Sean’s chest, her nails lightly scratching his skin enough to leave little pink lines behind. She felt his strong heartbeat under her palm. Her fingertips pressed into the warm, firm tissue of his muscles. He was hot to the touch, like a swath of silk sitting under the sun all day.
She glanced up at his face, and those bright blue eyes were fixated on her. His lips were slightly open, yet she could tell he was breathing through his nose. He had a face that an angel would envy. High, angular cheekbones with a square, chiseled jaw.
She leaned in and gently touched her lips to his. She’d intended for the kiss to be slow and sexy, yet Sean had other ideas. His hands were suddenly at the sides of her face, and he angled his head for a deeper kiss. His mouth worked hers, raising her desire higher and higher until she felt like she would die if something didn’t happen.
Now, how was she going to do this? He was standing in front of her. She would prefer that he be on his back on the bed. But maybe he preferred some other position for this?
As much as she hated to ask for pointers, she was going to have to. She needed to make this good for him.
Oral sex was important to guys, wasn’t it? God, she hoped she didn’t fuck this up.
She pulled back, breathing heavily. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her snuggly against him so he could nuzzle against her neck. His hot breath and wet lips made her eyes roll back in her head.
She cleared her throat. “Sean.” Her voice wavered slightly.
“Hmmm?” he murmured against where her shoulder met her neck.
“I’d like to—” She stopped, unsure of how to say it without sounding stupid. He pulled back and looked at her, his hands roaming down and squeezing her ass.
“Like to what?”
Fuck, she was just going to have to say it. “I want to taste you.”
His eyes lit with something akin to fire, and he licked his lips. “Are you sure?”
She nodded slowly, trying to convey with her eye contact that she was very sure. She’d never been surer of anything in her life. “But I’ve never done this before so I’ll need you to guide me.”
Sean made a noise that sounded like a low growl before the corners of his lips pulled up. His hands left her body, and he climbed up on the bed beside her before he lay down on his back.
“We could do this a number of ways, but I think it’d be best if I lie down. I want you to feel in complete control, and sometimes when a guy is standing, it’s easier for him to thrust. And if you’re not ready, that could be uncomfortable.”
Darcy appreciated his thoughtfulness. She was suddenly very nervous. She didn’t want this turning into a lecture where he’d give her step-by-step instructions. She was dying to get her mouth on him, and the faster she got to that part the better.
“The first thing you need to do is—”
She cut him off by covering his mouth with hers. She kissed him deeply and sucked on his lower lip before saying, “How about you just stop me if I do something wrong.”
His breath was fast and hot against her mouth. “Works for me.”
Darcy straddled one of his thighs as she kissed her way down his neck. He tipped his head back to give her better access. Her bare breasts pressed firmly against his chest. The skin-to-skin friction made her nipples harden in response.
Over the last couple weeks, she had felt as if she’d been living someone else’s life. Surely she wasn’t naked in bed with Sean McKenna. The same Sean she had crushed on when he was a boy. The same Sean she had lusted after when he was a teenager. The same Sean she desperately wanted now as a man.
It was surreal. And if it really was a dream, she was going to wake up sooner or later, so she better enjoy every single second of it.
Moving her lips down his chest, she traced one of his nipples with her tongue. He pulled in a harsh breath like he’d been burned by her mouth. Her hands were flat on his lower torso, and his firm abs flexed underneath her palms with every swipe of her tongue.
She curled her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and began to pull them down. Sean lifted his butt off the bed so she could remove them.
Her lips were following the center line of his abs, but she stilled when she felt his erection spring free of his briefs and nudge her breasts. She sat back to pull his underwear clear of his legs and brought all her attention to his cock.
Sweet Jesus.
They’d been sleeping together for a couple of weeks. His cock had rubbed up against her outsides and insides. She’d felt it with her hands on a number of occasions. But this was the first time she’d been up close and personal with it.
It was long and lying erect against Sean’s stomach. She licked her lips. Heat rolled through her body like a tidal wave.
She wrapped her hand around him, surprised that something so firm could be so smooth. She looked up at him, and he watched her with hooded eyes. His head rested on a pillow, his hands calmly lying on his chest.
She started moving her fist up and down, careful not to squeeze too hard. She
watched, fascinated by the movement and the way his cock grew harder under her touch.
Sean’s breathing increased, yet he wasn’t telling her to stop or that she was doing something wrong, so she continued. She was kneeling now, straddling one of his legs and supporting herself with one hand on the bed.
With each stroke of her hand on his cock, she could feel herself get wetter and wetter. Her tongue longed to taste him, yet she held off, watching as her hand pumped him up and down.
A drop of liquid pooled on the tip of his penis, and without thought, she lowered her head and took him in her mouth. The head was hard yet soft at the same time. The salty taste lingered on her tongue, and she couldn’t help but hum in satisfaction.
“Oh, Christ,” Sean moaned.
As she swirled her tongue around the head, she continued to pump the shaft with her hand. She knew the moment his cock touched the back of her throat she’d gag, and that wasn’t going to be terribly attractive. So she only went as far down as her fist, hoping that would be enough.
He was writhing underneath her, and the sounds he was making told her that he liked what she was doing so far. But she had no idea if it was going to be good enough to get him off.
She experimentally took the tip of her tongue and rubbed against the underside of the head. His hips lifted off the bed, forcing his cock deeper into her throat.
“Fu-uck!” he cried.
She raised her head along with him, happy to have found something he liked. She continuously played at that spot, licking and sucking, swirling her tongue as she rubbed him faster. More salty liquid filled her mouth, and she moaned.
Darcy looked up Sean’s body. He still watched her, but he was panting now. His hands were clutching the pillow beside his head, and the muscles in his neck and jaw were clenched tightly.
Darcy pumped faster and sucked harder. Running the flat of her tongue against the underside of his cock, she was careful not to use her teeth. She shifted her balance so she could massage his testicles gently.
He moaned again and slowly raised the knee she was straddling to rub against her. She whimpered when he hit the right spot between her legs.
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