The Obsidian Suite - Blind Date Short Stories
I swallowed around him, savoring his taste as his grip tightened in my hair. A deep groan rumbled through his chest as he thrust deeper, the smooth skin of his length sliding against my tongue. My eyes fluttered closed, losing myself in the sensations as he pulsed and spilled down my throat.
Warm fingers stroked my cheek. "Swallow," he commanded, his voice husky.
I obeyed, swallowing every drop he gave me. As I did, he slowly slipped from between my lips. A shiver ran through me at the loss of his heat.