Jesse
Diana’s eyes go wide. The pillow slips a little. Her breathing is still uneven from the orgasm and now something else is mixed in—fear, maybe, or the sharp edge of want she has not decided whether to name yet. Then she crawls toward the edge of the bed, never taking her eyes off me.
I walk closer until I am standing at the side of the bed. “Get on your knees.”
She slides off the mattress and sinks to the floor in front of me.
I push my sweatpants down just far enough to free my c**k. It springs out heavy and hard. Six thick inches, already leaking at the tip. Her eyes drop to it and stay there.
“Open your mouth.”
She does.
I push into the wet heat of her mouth in one steady stroke. Her tongue presses flat against the underside. A soft, startled sound vibrates around me. I
