“Because of your pre-mid-life crisis?” I teased, feeling far more confident in this conversation than the last.
“Maybe.”
“So what else is on this bucket list?”
His face lit up as he ran down the items. “Learn to make artisan bread, study calligraphy. I want someone to teach me how to play spades so when I go home to visit my family in Canada, I don’t get clowned.”
“You’re Canadian?”
“Yea.”
“Wow, that makes so much sense now.”
“What does that mean?” He smashed his bushy brows together.
“You’re really polite and helpful.”
“What about you? Do you have a bucket list?”
“Nope, doesn’t make sense to write out a list of shit I’ll never do.”
“Sometimes you have to make time for the things that make you happy.”
“It doesn’t always work that way for regular folks. Some of us are too busy putting out fires and don’t really have time to cultivate gardens.”
Kris jumped up from the floor and jogged to the kitchen, rummaging in a drawer. When he returned, he held a marker and paper. “Let’s make a bucket list for the rest of the night. Shit we want to do before the date is over. I’ll go first.” He wrote on the small notepad in silence. When he was done, he read it aloud. “I want to kiss, lick, and suck every inch of your body.”
His words made me throb. “We’re making a naughty bucket list?”
“Yep. Only rule is it has to be achievable. So you can’t say shit like have sex on a beach in Bali.”
“Okay, I’ll play.” Holding my hand out, I took control of the marker and notepad. This type of bucket list I could get into. I scribbled on the page, keeping it close to my body to obstruct his view. I examined his face, hoping my request wasn’t too racy. “I want to put your penis in my mouth.”
Kris gave a confirming nod. “That is …” He tapped on the notepad. “Let’s put a star next to that one.”
I chuckled, but complied.
We went back and forth like this for several rounds, each entry raunchier than the next. My juices were forming a wet spot underneath me just thinking about what he intended to do to me.
Grabbing the finalized list, Kris ripped it from the notepad, attaching it to the fridge with a magnet. “Where do you wanna start?”
Kris
We started with me in my boxers on the couch and Belen on her knees. Her doe-like eyes staring up at me as she ran her fingers down my chest. Her hands played with the waistband of my boxer briefs before coming to rest on the guest of honor. I swallowed down a steadying breath, silently admonishing myself not to blow my wad before she even started.
Belen planted kisses on my shaft through my boxers. Then back at my waist, she gave my boxers a tug. I helped to remove them before kicking them aside with my foot. She methodically ran kisses down my thighs and near my crotch, never making contact with my dick. If her plan was to drive me crazy, it was working. She teased me like this for several minutes and I lether. If this woman wanted to inflict tiny paper cuts across my chest, I’d allow it as long as she continued to touch me.
I dragged in a long breath. “Belen, please.”
Her eyes lit up at my words, a smug smile dancing over her face. She relished having this level of control over me. Sticking out her tongue, she grazed the shaft before inserting the tip in her mouth. Bracing myself for the ride, I grabbed the pillow next to me as she moved up and down. I couldn’t speak, all I could manage was breathing, shaky, raspy breaths that sputtered and choked me.
Her mouth was like a slip and slide with just enough suction to make my toes curl. It’s hard to explain, but a good blow job can make you feel like a king and right now I felt like Alexander the Great.
Watching Belen half naked on her knees was the best show in the world. One I would come back to experience every night. Leaning in, I rubbed my hands across her back, kissing the top of her head that bobbed up and down over my length. Whispering in her ear, I suggested she take it all and she complied. “That’s it. Just like a good little slut.”
Belen’s mouth grew slack as she pulled away looking at me. “What did you just call me?”
“What?” My voice was three octaves higher than normal.
