The Question

Her glasses were perched on the end of her nose as she stared at his cock.

It was mere inches from her face, standing tall and proud, showing off … just for her, a thought that made her smile.

“Well?”

The question came from her admiral, who was stretched out in his rack, one arm behind his head, the other laying casually on his slightly protruding belly. His glasses were near the end of his nose as well.

“I’m not sure,” she replied, moving just a smidgen closer to the package of the most powerful man in the fleet, possibly the universe, a notion that did her ego world’s of good.

Of course, she was just having him on. She knew the answer to the question he’d proposed as they’d dressed, or undressed rather, for bed. She just wasn’t saying yet, enjoying the view entirely too much to move things along quickly.

With a sigh, she shifted and pushed her glasses up just a little with a forefinger and let her gaze rake over his cock from head to base, even drift down to the heavy sac of his balls. It was a greedy action but in this instance greed was a good thing.

Refolding her arms, she propped them across his thighs and rested her chin on the backs of her folded hands and swung her legs back and forth, ankles crossed, in the air behind her.

His cock twitched when she sighed and her breath caressing the towering, hard length.

She smiled when it grew a little taller and a little broader. Nice.

“I would have to say it’s…,” she began then stopped, letting out a little teasing, non-committal hum.

“It’s what?” he prodded.

There was a moment’s pause then, using her arms as leverage, she eased her upper body forward between the brace of his legs and touched her tongue to the prominent blue vein that ran the length of his shaft and followed it upward with a series of slow, teasing licks.

He groaned and she gushed wet.

Foreplay with Bill was a double-edge sword.

Reaching the broad, purpling head, she tasted his first emissions and hummed, glanced up to see him still watching her through his glasses. His eyes were partially obscured by reflection but she felt the heat from his gaze well enough.

“Say it,” he rumbled, his hand moving from his stomach to let his fingertips drift down her cheek, from temple to jaw.

“I’ll show you,” she countered and moved up, straddled him and sank slowly down on his dick with a groaning sigh.

Once she was settled, she gave a few flexing twists of her hips to make sure he was perfectly in then gazed down at him through the lenses of her own glasses with a throaty murmur, “It’s definitely the biggest I’ve ever had.”