I continued swirling my tongue, keeping the dusky brown nipple hard. His skin was salty, held a hint of sweat and the scent of cheap hotel soap. Don's hand was a solid presence on the back of my head, not quite holding me against him but there to keep me from moving too far away from his body and his pleasure. I had no intention of stopping my duties, alternating from flicking my tongue back and forth and sucking him.
"Yes, baby. So good." He murmured, his chest rumbling from his deep timbre.
I slid one hand across his hairy belly, feeling the hard muscle under my fingertips, only stopping to pinch his right nipple. Don responded by tensing his fingers slightly before lightly scratching my scalp. The sensation of his strong fingers caressing me sent shivers down my spine and my toes curled when he moved down and squeezed the nape of my neck. Within seconds his hand moved again, grazing the shell of my ear and then back to light scratches. Don oscillated his movements, keeping me guessing as to what part of my body would win the luck of touch next.
"You feel so good, baby. Such a good boy for your daddy."
I couldn't stop the smile, didn't even try. I let his compliments warm me, flood my heart with joy. My body was alive with pure unfiltered yearning, the need to please the man who had conquered me so thoroughly. He slid his hand from the back of my head around to my chin and pulled me up and off him.
"Baby, come here," he said dragging me forward. We leaned into each other, mouths slotting together as we kissed. Planting my hands on either side of Don's shoulders, I pushed further into him, deepening the kiss.
Don answered my silent plead, slipping his tongue into my mouth pushing mine down. Hot hands moved over my shoulders and down my sides, lighting a path of desire on every inch he touched. The feel of the hard, large cock thrusting inside me only twenty minutes ago hadn't faded and my need to come coursed through every nerve. His dominance only heightened my arousal and the urge to reach down and bring myself to completion boiled my blood. The only thing stopping my thin fingers was the knowledge that daddy hadn't given me permission, hadn't allowed my release. Not yet.
He ended the kiss and leaned back. "This mouth, baby. Every lonely night on the road, I thought of you."
"Don. Don, I missed you too." I had more to say, more important feelings to share but the words got stuck, sealing my throat airtight.
His thumb traced a line around my lips. "I fucked boys. I didn't wait for you. But every time, every one of them, I couldn't stop myself from dreaming of these lips."
The admission shocked me. We hadn't made any promises to each other and it was my choice to avoid intimacies but to hear Don hadn't done the same hit me hard. I knew I couldn't cry, couldn't breakdown, naked in the middle of the night at a hotel a city away from my apartment. "You did?"
"Yes, baby." Don was smiling, his cerulean blue eyes stared at me with a softness I couldn't understand. "A whole month of pointless sex. Then I stopped. I knew it had to be you. You were the only one who could truly satisfy me."
My hurt stopped in its tracks and the beginnings of tears dried instantly. Don was a gentleman, a proper gentleman. I knew it to be a fact and his confession gave me strength. "Don. I waited for you. When you left, I knew I couldn't let another man touch me. Don-"
His lips were on mine again, fiercer than before. My eyes closed and my lust consumed me; I laid down against my trucker's hairy chest, touching every muscular inch of his body. Strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me impossibly closer until, in a swift movement, I was on my back staring up into dark blue.
