He raised up to sift his fingers through her hair. “God, that’s good, babe.”

It felt so goddamned good he wanted this to last forever. He also wanted to come, hard—to jettison hot spurts along her tongue until he was empty and satisfied.

And as she used one hand to stroke the base and her other to cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze, he already knew which of his desires was going to win.

Because he’d thought about this a lot, imagined her hot and wicked mouth on his dick.

The reality was more than he had ever imagined.

He lifted his hips, feeding more of his cock into her mouth.

“I’m ready to come, Aubry. I want to shoot into your mouth.”

She hummed along the side of his cock, then squeezed her lips tighter together.

That’s all it took. The first spurts spilled along her tongue as he erupted, his hips arching off the bed. Aubry held tight to the base of his cock as he gave her all he had, jerking in rhythmic spasms until he was spent.

She licked him fully, then laid her head on his thigh while he came down from that incredible high. It took him a minute or two and several deep breaths before he could even find the strength to run his hand over her hair.

“That,” he said, “was damn good.”

“Glad you thought so.” She lifted her head and looked up at him. “But we’re still not done.”

He finally looked down at her. “You’re a tough taskmaster. I’m going to need a few minutes of recovery time.”

She laughed. “I’ll get us something to drink. What would you like?”

“A beer sounds good.”

She slid off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

He admired her fantastic ass and the soft sway of her hips as she disappeared from the bedroom. While she was gone, he mentally replayed that phenomenal blow job in his head.

And his dick started to harden.

He looked down at it and shook his head. “So much for recovery time.”

“Who are you talking to?” she asked as she came back in, handing him his beer. She’d poured a glass of wine for herself.

“My cock.”

She arched a brow and climbed onto the bed, crossing her legs as she faced him. “Is this something you do often?”

“Not really.”

She took a sip of wine. “Can I ask the topic of conversation?”

“The blow job you gave me. I was mentally replaying it in my head, and I started to get hard. Then I chastised my cock for having a one-track mind.”

She laughed. “I hardly think it’s the fault of your penis that you enjoyed what I did. But, thanks for the compliment.” She raised her glass toward him.

“No, really. Thank you.” He tipped his beer toward her in a toast, and they both drank.

He took several long, deep swallows of beer, then set the bottle on the nightstand. He took the wineglass from her hand and put it next to his beer, then pulled her on top of him, sliding his hands along the smooth skin of her back. When he moved his hands to her lower back and pressed in, she moaned.

“Feel good?” he asked.

“You have no idea.”

He realized she worked long hours, all of them on her feet. She probably needed a good back massage. He rolled her off of him, then slid off the bed and grabbed a pillow, positioning it at the edge of the bed.

“Come on.”

She rolled onto her side to look at him. “Come on and what?”

“Bend over the bed.”

She grinned. “I like where this is going.”

He laughed. “Well, it might go there, but really, I’m going to give you a massage.”

“Now I definitely like where this is going.”

She slid off the bed and into his arms. Her lips met his in a tangle of tongues and lips that left him hot, hard and definitely ready to spin her around and slide inside of her.

Instead, he turned her around and bent her over the bed, positioning her hips and stomach against the pillow to be sure she was comfortable.

Of course, this position also gave him a prime view of her very sweet ass, which didn’t help his raging hard-on.

His erection could wait, though he did position it up against her butt as he leaned over and laid his hands on her lower back. He pressed in, feeling the tight tension in her muscles.

She moaned, and his cock twitched.

“That feels good,” she murmured, her eyes closed.

“Relax and let me work my magic.”

Her lips curved. “Mmm-hmm. Magic hands.”

He liked that she enjoyed what he was doing, that he could get her to unwind. He felt the muscles give under his hands as he worked deeper.