Free Strike by Sheryl Zaines Page B

long body when he turned around. He had managed to get his socks off while she had been distracted by his backside. That was when she realized he was just standing there. His hips no longer swayed with the music. He was moving his hands as if he wasn’t sure where to put them and finally decided just to leave them hanging at his sides. Now he was the one who had one eyebrow higher than the other.
    She bent one finger to call him over to her. He came down to the edge of the bed, but stopped at her feet. He reached down toward her shoe and she shook her head at him. She repeated the motion with her finger to draw him up even closer to her. His arms and legs straddled her as he crawled onto the bed. He was getting into the perfect position and she didn’t even have to tell him what to do. Well, not with words, anyway.
    He continued to crawl up her until his face was even with hers. He reached down to kiss her, but she shook her head before he could. The smile slipped from his face and it was apparent he no longer understood what she was trying to do. She started wiggling, sliding her body down below his. The confused look never left his face as hers slid away. She didn’t stop until the tip of her nose was right underneath the head of his penis. Finally he gave her a look of understanding.
    She moistened her lips before planting them on the end of his cock. It was a wet, sloppy kiss that ended with her tongue running over the smooth head. She barely brushed her fingertips along the shaft. Her intention was to tickle and torture him. She flicked her tongue along the exposed front ridge of his cock. The touch was even lighter than her fingers. Then she used just the tip of her nose to nuzzle his scrotum.
    Collin wasn’t making a sound. He was like a statue above her while she ran her tongue up the length of him as if she were licking an ice cream cone. His penis, on the other hand, wouldn’t hold still. It twitched every time she touched it.
    She loved that he was staying still for her. She hated it when men flexed their hips, grabbed her hair or tried to take over control of the blowjob. She was doing this because she wanted to please him and part of that was teasing. She took a deep breath and relaxed. He really was going to let her take her time and do it the way she wanted to.
    What she wanted to do was to make him come. Every time she had been with him he had been in complete control, even to the point of holding back his own orgasm. She knew the sex had been great, but she wanted him to lose all restraint.
    With renewed motivation, she wrapped her lips around his cock. She raised her head, taking more of him into her mouth until she could feel pressure at the back of her throat. Once there, she closed her hand around the base so that her fingers touched her lips. Her grasp was tight and she pulled back with her head, keeping her lips touching the side of her hand all the way back.
    She finally got a response from him. Thankfully it was just a moan and not a pivoting of his hips. She was just getting into it and didn’t want to have to hold back now. But there wasn’t any need to worry. He had more willpower than she had ever seen.
    Control over his hips was good, but control over his orgasms was not. She was getting irritated just thinking about it. She decided she was going to break him, no matter what it took. She increased the frequency of her strokes and grasped his shaft more tightly. With the other hand she started to massage his balls. It took more concentration than she’d thought it would to keep the left hand from squeezing his scrotum the same way her right hand had a steel grip on his cock.
    Her saliva was all over everything, making her able to speed the strokes up even more. She could taste a little pre-cum mixed in with the saliva. It was a taste she had never been fond of before, but was cherishing because she took it as a sign that she was pushing him closer to that edge.
    Her entire focus was on her