No Place Like Home: The Coming Home Series, Book 1 by Jennifer Kacey Page A

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    “I…umm…could use some pointers. I don’t have a lot of experience.” She hid behind her hair as she wrapped her fingers around his cock for the first time. But she wasn’t timid with him. Her fist tightened around him as her hand moved slowly up and down.
    A groan came from his chest and trying to stifle it didn’t do any good. “Flip your hair to the other side. I want to see your face.”
    Her hesitation only lasted a couple seconds and then she pushed her hair to the other side. Her eyes sparkled with lust. Need. “Want to see my face as I do what? Touch you?” She squeezed him and his stomach muscles tightened. Her tongue peeked out and she licked the tip of his cock, which was already wet with precome. “Taste you?” She swallowed and a moan passed her lips as she closed her eyes. “You taste even better than you smell. If that’s possible.” She licked him again and he nearly came off the bed.
    He’d gotten head before. Lots of times. But not like this. Nothing like what he felt with her. What the hell that meant he had no idea, but he didn’t want it to end anytime soon. “Swirl your tongue around the head. Around the crown so I feel you everywhere.”
    Her soft tongue licked him as she moved her head in a slow circle. The moisture of her mouth and his dick mingled together on the head of his cock and he wanted to take a picture to remember it forever. “Now close your mouth around it but keep your tongue circling.”
    To a tee she followed his instructions and then she sucked the head until it exited her mouth with a pop.
    “You’re so hard.”
    “Yes, I am.”
    “Can I lick your balls, too? Do you like that?”
    “Normally I could take it or leave it. But with you? Fuck, I need it.”
    With one hand she tilted his cock toward his belly button and then leaned farther over, ass in the air, and put her tongue on his sack. He was bare too, just like her, and he was so fucking happy about it. Every flick of her tongue he felt it. Every touch of her fingertips or piece of her hair that swept across it. He felt it all.
    “Scoot your knees closer to me. Turn your hips. Feet towards me. Good.”
    “Why? It’s harder for me to— Ooohh…” Her voice trailed off into surprise as he brushed his knuckles along the lips of her sex.
    “I want to touch you again. And I don’t want to come yet.”
    “Why not? Why don’t you want to come? Isn’t that kind of the point?”
    He dipped a finger inside her and her rhythm stuttered.
    “Eventually. Absolutely. But guys are way different when it comes to orgasming.” He felt strange explaining it, but if she really didn’t know because she hadn’t been with a lot of guys, then he was ridiculously happy to educate her. “When I come I have a feeling it’s going to be incredible. And it’s going to put me out of commission for a while. Doesn’t mean I can’t go down on you and get you off another couple times but I really want to feel you come on my cock.”
    “Meh,” she mumbled around his cock as she sucked him in again.
    His finger slid inside her and she groaned. “Meh? Did you just say ‘meh’ about getting your pussy eaten?”
    Her shoulder lifted in a shrug as she continued to work him with her mouth. Moisture coated his finger as she sucked him. Her physical reaction to him multiplied his need to come even more.
    “I’ve never come from that before.”
    Barely more than a handful of words made Cole’s world pause.
    Then, as if someone pushed a fast forward button, and before he’d decided to change courses, he’d flipped her onto her back with her head toward one of the corners of the foot of the bed. Her eek of surprise made him growl and he knew if he didn’t keep her hands off of him, he’d come. And he wasn’t nearly ready to quit yet. “Don’t move.”
    Off the bed, he grabbed the end of his belt and yanked it through the belt loops. Before he climbed back on the bed he snatched his keys, setting them on the