Her words don’t stop, just come out in a tone that’s deeper and more breathless. My cock, already rock hard, starts to leak at the sound.
“I never imagined someone like you. Someone so good, so sweet. Someone who would be my best friend. And more. I want to stop imagining. I want to make realities. Memories.” Her body stills, then quivers, and her breath comes out in short, sharp bursts.
I cheer internally, the shy nerd strutting around my head in happy disbelief. I made this gorgeous goddess come. I made her want me. Well, that sounds wrong. I want her, and the wanting is mutual? I don’t know, I’m just elated. Mainly, because Imogene wants to keep going. It didn’t hurt her. She feels safe with me.
I’m trying to think of how to put all this into words that don’t break the mood or make things awkward—and Imogene pushes me flat on my back. “Honey—”
“You tell me if I’m doing it wrong, okay?”
I don’t get a chance to say okay before my sweet, shy Imogene plants herself across my chest, my legs dangling off the bed, and wraps her mouth around my cock.
“Holy shit!” I gasp.
“No?” Imogene bobs up, panic in her voice.
“No! So good. Oh my God. Immy... I’ve never... The other person I was with did not do this. No one has ever—”
“Oh, but I wanted to! You don’t like it?” Imogene looks at me, and there’s the edge of a pout in her voice.
“I love it!”
“Good!”
She dives back down, mimicking what I was doing to her. Little laps. Big, long sucks. Trying to turn me into a fountain, trying to make my pelvis detach from my spine as my hips arch up on their own.
“I love you,” I moan, hand finding her glossy waves of hair.
“Mmm! I love you, too. And you’re delicious.” Immy lets out a happy sigh—and goes back to devouring.
“You keep doing that, and I’m going to come.”
“That’s good. I came.”
“Yeah, but you might end up with a mouthful.”
“And you can’t make more?”
“I can, I just... I didn’t want to do anything you don’t like. I want to be the person who always does things that make you happy.”
“Well... From the way you taste up here, kind of cocoa-coffee flavored—I think I'll be happy if you come for me.”
I taste like cocoa? And coffee? Man, I need to cut back on the caffeine. But I can worry about my espresso intake later. Right now, Imogene is bobbing her head hungrily, making guttural noises that sound not quite human, but all too erotic. Her hand tightens around the base of my cock, and she drags her tongue up the pulsing vein that runs from balls to tip. The third time she does it, I’m lost. I let out a muffled cry, remembering at the last minute that we have a baby down the hall, and pop against her tongue.
To my happy surprise, Imogene sucks on me like a straw. I’ve heard her make this noise before—the first time she ever hadchocolate hazelnut spread on a waffle. “Good?” I whisper, mildly stunned.
I’ve never come like this in my life.
“Oh! You know what it’s like? Mint and cocoa. Like the hot cocoa mix you got me at the store?”
“There’s no way on earth it tastes like that, baby.”
“Does to me!”
“Then I’m happy. Oh, fuck, I’m so,sohappy, Imogene. You have no idea...” I stop talking. Imogene is still sucking. “Honey. It’s empty. I think.”
“Yeah, but this is how I make it hard again, right?”
I’m going to marry this woman. No doubt in my mind. “Bring that pretty pussy up here, then. If you’re getting me ready, I’ll get you ready. Fair is fair.”
