“Can you make that promise?” I asked.
He didn’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
It was because this was Axl.
And the zero hesitation helped.
But I believed him.
“Okay,” I repeated.
“Okay,” he replied.
We were quiet the rest of the way home.
Only Axl was quiet on the way into the house. I baby-talked Cleo when I saw her and Axl learned I not only called her shmoochmagooch, but also Supreme Queen Grayfur and Sleekmeister General.
So he wasn’t entirely quiet.
He chuckled.
We did the couple’s bathroom dance when we brushed our teeth and I moisturized.
We both changed into sleepwear in the bedroom, and we both tossed our clothes on the chair as we undressed.
But when we got in bed, on his back, Axl tucked me to his side and that was it.
I had my head resting on his shoulder, my hand on his ridged stomach, and I didn’t know what to do about this situation.
Because I wanted to have sex.
And if he wanted it, he went for it.
I always wanted it from him, so I gave it.
Now, I wanted it and I thought maybe he needed it.
He’d had a frustrating day. He needed sleep.
And maybe connection with me.
But I didn’t know how to initiate intimacy because I’d never done it.
And if he wasn’t doing anything, did that mean he didn’t want it?
I licked my lips, rubbed them together, then decided to go for it.
If he said he wasn’t in the mood, he just wasn’t.
Things were heavy.
It didn’t mean anything more and I knew one thing for certain.
I loved that he was into me and showed it in a lot of ways, and one of those ways was copious, and that was sexually.
So we had an off night, we’d have more.
On the other hand, guys were guys, but they probably needed that sometimes too. The “that” being your partner sharing they found you attractive by sharing they wanted to have sex with you.
Right.
I pulled it together, slid my hand to the top of the waistband of his sleep pants and trailed my nails lightly along it, tipping my head back and whispering, “I wanna go down on you. Is that okay?”
As he dipped his head to put his face in mine, he took my hand in his, pushed it under the waistband and wrapped it around his hardening cock.
And thrillingly unnecessarily, he growled, “It is absolutely okay.”
I smiled, slid up a little to touch my mouth to his then I touched it to his throat.
He used my hand to stroke his dick.
Okay.
Nice.
As I made my way down his chest, though, he pulled our hands out and adjusted himself in bed at the same time tugging down his pajamas.
He tossed them to the side, positioned on his ass with his back against the headboard, and he spread his legs.
Knees cocked.
Axl Pantera laid out for the taking.
Okay.
Um …
Niiiiiiice.
I moved, curled up, took hold and went in.
Seriously, my mouth full of his cock?
Delicious.
That purr I loved came from his chest, his legs tensed, and then he relaxed, his hand going in my hair.
And as I blew him, he played a lot with my hair, arranging it across his lap in a way that made me clench and fight squirming.
Because it was like I got to touch him without, in a certain sense, me being the one who touched him. Also, I loved that he dug my hair so much. And last but so not least, it was just plain hot to be draped around him in that way while I was sucking his dick.
Eventually, however, after a good deal of sucking, licking, rolling the tip, pumping with a twist (I’d discovered he liked that a whole lot), his hand fisted in my hair and he started pulsing up into my mouth.
Oh yes.
Taking his gentle face fucking, and getting into it, I couldn’t fight the squirm, and even though Axl was purring consistently now, he didn’t miss it.
“Shorts off, get up here,” he ordered roughly.
Without delay, I released him with a hard draw and a final stroke, sat up, pulled down my sleep shorts and panties, fell to a hip, kicked them off and climbed right on.
Axl helped, holding his cock ready for me.
I glided down, taking it.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Fuck yes,” he corrected, his hands going up my cami at the back and around.
He palmed both my breasts.
I started riding.
He tweaked my nipples and warned thickly, “Need you to get there fast, Hattie.”
I started riding faster.
He squeezed my nipples.
I bucked.
“No, baby, finger to clit,” he corrected.
Could I do that riding him? Touch myself right in front of him?
I put my finger to my clit and trembled head to toe.
I could do that.
“Yeah,” he whispered, rolling both nipples.
Oh my God, yeah.
I bounced on him, up quick, slamming down hard.
His hands slid up, my arms were forced up, and the cami was gone.
He then grabbed both cheeks of my ass, gripping them in a touch that was over the edge of gentle, and I jolted and started to ride wild.