40: Praise kink

I placed my lips on the tip and pressed soft, gentle kisses all over it, my hand stroking the entire length of him as pleasure bloomed within me and spread throughout my lower abdomen in intense gusts of heat.

He looked up at the ceiling, his chest rising up and down so fast, I would have thought he was about to have a heart attack if he wasn't Andre fucking DiMarco.

Italian curses spewed out of his lips as I swirled my tongue around his tip, his entire body tightening at that one little action, so I did it again, loving how responsive his body was to me.

I closed my eyes and licked up the entire length of him like I would lick a lollipop, loving his taste, his warmth, his scent, the sounds he made. How easily he switched to Italian in the throes of passion.

He let out an anguished gasp as I took him in for the first time, his body going slack on the couch and he thrusted his hips deeper into my mouth.

He tasted so good, I couldn't help the hum of satisfaction that escaped my lips as