I didn’t think my cock could thicken any further, but that shows a pitiful lack of imagination on my part, because I’m painfully hard—and so sensitive that the brush of my shorts as I slip them down and the water swirls around my length—now she’s suggested this.
She watches, curious, as I discard the wet shorts and in one smooth movement jump onto the side of the hot tub.
When the water is tranquil once more and I’m sat, my cock jutting upwards, Caterina approaches as though mesmerised. A little needy whimper escapes her as she fits herself between my knees, and she touches my cock tentatively, running one finger down the length.
“That won’t all go in my mouth.” She looks up at me, a bit afraid, half laughing, and pressing her thighs together so her hips move sensuously.
“It will if you want to try.” And goddamn, that would be a gift I’d never forget. “But it doesn’t need to,” I reassure her. “You can use your hands too.”
Her next touch is just as cautious, as though she might hurt me. Or perhaps that I will bite her.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispers reverently as she lowers her head and plants a soft kiss on the tip.
“Not as beautiful as you, doing this.”
“Brody…” She strokes up my shaft experimentally, then her eyebrows pinch together. “You need to guide me…”
“I don’t think I do, moya koshechka.” I love seeing her puzzle out what to do. Her innocence is a delicate aphrodisiac compared to the savage turn on of the fact she wants to suck my cock.
“Teach me.”
Her request hits me like a blow to the chest. This is her first time. It’s a privilege and a responsibility. There’s something special about novelty, and my cock throbs with it. Her pretty mouth has never had another man near it and she’s mine to claim. I’m the one who will determine how she remembers this.
“Think of the top as like your clit.”
She tilts her head, intrigued, then lowers her gaze, her long dark lashes fanning her cheek. Tentatively, she kisses the tip of my cock, and it twitches at the open-mouthed softness, and I let out a hiss. It wasn’t much, but it doesn’t have to be with Caterina. Just the sight of her is enough.
The next kiss sets up a flow of pleasure, and each one builds my arousal.
Her tongue circles around the tip. I gasp then groan as she becomes bolder, and tries to take more.
I wish I could be relaxed about this, but Caterina makes me crazy.
Her brown gaze fixes on me, seeking approval as she opens her lips and tentatively fits the helmet of my cock into her mouth. So gentle, but I groan.
“Like that?” She’s slightly unsure.
“Deeper,” I say hoarsely.
There’s a glint of determination as she takes more, and the roof of her mouth brushes over where I’m most sensitive. She eases back, then down again, still so careful.
“Cover your teeth, but you can be firmer.”
As her confidence increases, she takes me deeper and faster, and I lose all sense of reality that isn’t this woman, and how well she does this, innocent as she is.
She’s right. This is the perfect place.
Her head is the perfect height, and sitting at the edge of the pool has additional benefits. Men pretend they love standing to fuck a woman’s mouth, and sure, it’s nice. But Caterina is something totally different. She’s a queen. I don’t mind admitting that the thought of her on me is enough to make my knees go weak. And I have a feeling that coming in her soft, wet mouth will destroy me. Utterly.
And best of all?
It’s entirely private, and yet I’m having a blow job from the most beautiful girl in the world, above all of London. The night sky is purple and orange, but I don’t care that there aren’t many stars because I have the light of my life standing before me.
I swell in her mouth, and she tries to swallow more of me, even though her eyes water and she chokes.
“That’s it. My good girl.”
I smooth my hand over her soft hair. I’m going cross-eyed with how well she’s doing this. She’s challenging herself, I can tell. And the feeling of the back of her throat on the tip of my cock? Fuucccckkk. She’s amazing.
