All Mouth

"Please, I'm going to come."

The prettiest words in all the world.

I slide my mouth down her cock until I reach my hand still wrapped around the base. My mouth and my hand together give me the best control, and I like the idea of her coming in my mouth.

Her fingers on my nape are going to leave a mark. That she can't control herself just makes it hotter. I work her over, my hands and mouth as steady and constant as I can make them. I'm so focused on the slide of her cock and the cadence of her breathing that I forget to look at her face. She reminds me with a hand under my chin, holding my head front and back.

My eyes meet hers, and she loses it. Jerking into my hand harder than I expect and coming in my mouth, coming all over herself. She's not the kind of woman I would call beautiful. The word just isn't the right fit. But in this moment, with her chest heaving, her thighs shaking, and pleasure a grimace on her face, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

"God." She pulls out of my mouth.

I rock back on my heels to give her a little room and paste a smirk on my face. "My mouth's not just for conversation, Romeo."

She looks at me like she can't quite believe I said that right at this moment. This moment that would've been tender if we weren't strangers fucking in a bland little rent by the hour two steps up from Motel 6. She smiles a tiny bit. A small tilt of her lips. It's not a smile I've seen before. Not the grandiose grins she flashed at the bar. Not a you know you want me curl of her lips. Her smile is smaller and more fragile than that. It's real, this smile.

I smile back and we share the tender moment neither of us went looking for but seem to have found anyway.