Free The Promise of Lace by Lilith Duvalier Page A

just
fine.
    I’d been planning to sleep with him, because it had been a
while and he was good looking, hung, and sweet, but now things had gotten
intense. Playing submission with no conversation on a second date? There was a
thrill factor there that was going to be very hard to explain to Hailey and
Noah of normal-quiet-and- marriedville .
    Dieter was keening with want now, and I was
loving every second of it. The way I wanted him when I peeled the blue
lace away from his body was sinful and the sound he made when I wrapped my lips
around his cock was absolution.
    The smell of him here was thick, concentrated, still clean
and soapy, but with a headier concentration of that part of the smell that just
seemed to be coming from him. It was a warm, nearly spicy scent that overwhelmed
my senses as I carefully opened my jaw to take him further into my mouth.
    I was moving slow. A little bit because it had been a while,
a little bit because Dieter was not small in the pants department.
    Mostly to hear him gasp and swear.
    “ Fuuuuhhhccckkkk ,” he moaned when
I started running my tongue over the head of his cock while I moved the tight
ring of my mouth up and down his cock. “Fuck, you are good at this.”
    I fought down the urge to laugh, decided not to bother. I
pulled up to the tip of his cock, kept my lips around just the head, and
pressed them in just under the thick ridge of his glans while I ran my tongue back and forth over the slit, tasting the salty, bitter
fluid that covered it.
    His hands tightened in my hair again and he pulled my head
back, not hard, not suddenly, but irresistibly. My head had been pulled back
far enough that I was looking him in the eye, but not far enough that my mouth
wasn’t still around his cock. I was wet and panting too, at the sudden slight
shift in the balance of control.
    “Roxanne…” Dieter gasped. “Roxanne, please, please.”
    I sucked. He groaned. I pulled off with a pop. “Are you
close?”
    His hands tightened even further in my hair.
    “Yeah,” He answered breathlessly.
    “You ready to come?” I asked again, flicking my tongue over
his cock again, one quick tease of flesh on flesh. He hissed again and tugged
me back from his groin by my hair, hard enough that it hurt this time.
    “Yeah,” he repeated. I tried to move my head down, his hand
in my hair holding me back for a moment before he let me go. And then I threw
all my best moves out at once. I pumped my mouth over his cock, massaged his
balls and just as I felt his body start to really wrench tight I pulled off.
    He groaned. I tucked his wet, red, throbbing cock back into
the panties and pushed his tight balls up into his body.
    He muttered a long loud string of garbled nonsense
punctuated by the occasional “shit”.
    Thick, white come pumped through the holes in the dark blue
lace, shocking white against the deep blue, like the first morning you wake up
to a snow-covered landscape and suddenly everything is just white, white, white .
    We’d known each other for two weeks and I’d just let him
pull me around by my hair, and then forced him to a ruined orgasm in his
panties. And he was staring at me like I was a miracle.
    “I think I’m ready for that second time at bat now,” I told
him, sitting up and dropping back into my previous spot on the couch. He was
still gaping at me a little bit and I felt just an edge of fear that I’d pushed
over a line that we hadn’t even taken the time to set. He nodded. Gulped.
    “I’m… my…I’m wet and covered in come,” he managed.
    “Then you better get me off again before it gets cold,” I
answered. The deep huskiness of my whisper surprised me, but Dieter practically
growled as he sunk back to the floor, threw my legs apart and went to work. I
came just as hard again, then sent him to the bathroom
to clean up a little while I kicked the couch down into the bed. Dieter came
back to bed totally naked. I blew him for real, while he knotted his hands in
my hair