She held there for a few seconds before she began to slide back toward the tip, playing her tongue along the underside as she moved, smooth and slow. Before she was halfway back, he came in a powerful burst that sent semen shooting into her mouth. He tasted of salt and man, a combination that never had revolted her. She didn’t let go until the last surge subsided.
When he opened squeezed-shut eyes to look at her, Jerry’s expression was priceless. He didn’t have to say a word. She knew he’d never experienced anything quite like that before.
“That’s my Keely special,” she practically purred. “I’ve been told it’s addictive.”
Tim extended a hand to help her up. “My turn?”
She was grateful for the assistance because her legs had almost gone to sleep. Tingles of near-pain accompanied the renewed flow of blood. Feeling saucy and smug, she grinned up at him. “Think you’re up to it?”