Page 35 of Rescuing Erin

“Is that so?”

“It is. I think it’s my turn. You’ve had the pleasure of having me at your mercy, and I’ve yet to get into your pants. Seems a little unfair.”

“My mercy, huh? Is that what you call me having you screaming in ecstasy?”

“It is.”

“I would hate for you to think I’m being unfair.”

“Well, that’s what I’m thinking right now. And the only way to rectify the unfairness is if you let me take your pants off.”

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at her playful banter. There had been no other time in my life where humor had been a part of foreplay. But with Erin, her wit was just as much of a turn-on as her body. For the first time, I knew what it was to be attracted to a woman’s mind. She was the whole package.

“One condition,” I told her.

“What’s that?”

“That you understand just because I’ve given you multiple, fantastic, out of this world orgasms, doesn’t mean I expect anything in return.” I was trying to make light of the situation. But I wanted to be clear I wasn’t joking. “I told you, having you in my arms is more than enough for me.”

“Out of this world, huh?” She continued to smile. “Fantastic, you say?” she asked as her hands reached for the button of my jeans. “Why don’t we see what adjectives you can come up with after I’m done with you.”

She drew the zipper down, and my cock threatened to tear through the cotton of my boxer briefs. Her finger touched the wet spot on the fabric where pre-come had already seeped from my cock, climbed off my lap, and stood next to the couch.

“Take ’em off.”

Shit. This was really happening. I lifted my ass, and when my jeans and boxers were halfway down my legs she took over and impatiently ripped them the rest of the way off. I had no time to worry about my cock bobbing free when she stepped between my knees and lowered herself to the floor. I was going to protest, not wanting her kneeling on the hard wood when her hand wrapped around my cock and squeezed. The objection died now that I had bigger things to worry about, like how I was going to stop myself from coming in three seconds.

“Easy, baby,” I begged.

She removed her hand and I was both grateful and dejected I’d lost her touch.

“Oh, no you don’t.” I tried to stop her before she pulled her shirt over her head. “Your clothes stay on.” But it was too late, her bra came off next.

“I’ll keep my pants on.”

This was not a good idea. I wanted to go slowly. I didn’t want to make love to her in the middle of an op while emotions were running high. Even if I knew how I felt about her, I wanted her to be sure. And, at this point, it wouldn’t take much for me to be the one begging for her to let me fuck her. All it took was her small hand wrapping back around my cock and slowly gliding up and down to make me forget. I forgot everything: the op, all the reasons I wanted to wait, why I hadn’t let her touch me. Everything flew out of my mind as I focused on the feel of her.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes,” I croaked out.

Her hand sped up, and she paused on the tip to gather more of the liquid now freely leaking. My head fell back, and I was in a trance, with each stroke she brought me closer to the edge.

“So good, Erin. Faster.”

Her pace quickened, and my balls drew up. I’d known this was going to be the world’s fastest hand job but I hadn’t known it was going to be this quick.

“I’m there. Don’t stop.”

Her tongue swiped the head of my cock, and my eyes flew open in time to see her pull the tip into her mouth and suck while her hand worked my shaft.

“Holy fuck. I’m gonna come. Pull off now if you don’t want me to blow in your mouth.”

I cautioned her once, but there was no time for a second warning before the heat rose, and jets of come exploded from my cock into her warm, waiting mouth.

“Erin!” I shouted as the last of my orgasm waned.

Jesus Christ, I could barely hold my head up, it felt like every ounce of energy I’d had shot out of my cock, leaving me exhausted.