“Not yet. Just … stay for a minute.”
So I stayed, keeping my weight off her but remaining connected, feeling our heartbeats slow in tandem, until my cock softened.
I pulled out slowly, and immediately some of my cum started to leak out of her. I watched, transfixed, as it dripped down to the blankets beneath her.
An idea—a fantasy I’d harbored since watching a particular video years ago—surfaced in my mind.
“Can I …” I cleared my throat. “There’s something I want to do. If you’re okay with it.”
Holly’s eyebrows rose. “After that, you can do pretty much whatever you want to me. What is it?”
“I want to clean you up.”
“Okay? I think I saw a box of tissues?—”
“No. I mean …” I felt my face heat. “With my mouth. I want to—” I couldn’t quite say it, so I just moved down between her legs and looked up at her, hoping she’d understand.
Her eyes went wide. “You want to—oh my God. You want to eat your own cum out of me?”
When she put it that way, it sounded filthy.
Itwasfilthy.
And it was absolutely what I wanted.
“Yes.”
“That’s … that’s really fucking hot, Luke.”
“So I can?”
“Oh yeah.”
I lowered my mouth to her, my tongue finding the mix of our releases. The taste was strange but not unpleasant. And the way Holly gasped and arched into my mouth made it worth any weirdness.
I took my time, cleaning her thoroughly, maybe more thoroughly than strictly necessary. When I was satisfied, I kissed my way back up her body and found her watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” she said.
I felt my face heat even more. “I’ve always wondered what that would be like. I saw it once in porn and it just … well, it stuck with me.”
She laughed with genuine delight. “Well, I’m glad I could help make your fantasy come true.”
I settled beside her in the nest of blankets, pulling her close against my side. “You have no idea.”
“No idea about what?”
I kissed the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair and sex and … us. “How many of my fantasies you just fulfilled.”
She turned her face up to mine, and her smile was soft and satisfied and beautiful. “Good.”
We lay there in comfortable silence, the fire crackling beside us, the world frozen outside.
This, I thought.This is what I want.
Not just sex, not just physical pleasure, but this—Holly in my arms, safe and satisfied and staying.
Holly traced lazy patterns on my chest, her breathing evening out into something slow and peaceful.
