He huffs out a chuckle, and I get my own back by dipping my head and swirling my tongue luxuriantly over his helmet, teasing the frenulum with the tip of my tongue.
His reaction is immediate. He jerks under me, and from the gasp he lets out, I know that if he had working vocal chords, he’d be crying out. I’ve never felt such a hard erection in my life; it must be aching fit to burst. I smile to myself and take him into my mouth once more, a little further this time. I look up, and his head has lolled back, his jaw gritting and his eyes clenched shut as he fights to retain any control.
Oh, this is fun…
I start blowing him in earnest, slowly but a little deeper each time, sucking harder by increments. His breathing is fitful and he’s losing control of the way his hips jerk under me, clearly trying not to go too fast but clearly gripped by the primal instinct to thrust. I’m at it for around thirty seconds when I feel him tapping frantically on my shoulder.
I look up, checking in with him. “Are you OK?”
He’s flushed, slightly sweaty, and fighting to catch his breath. A muscle jumps in his jaw.Far too OK, he signs, winded and wry.If you’d gone on one second more, I’d have come, and it…would have gone in your mouth...
“Well, that’s OK,” I say thoughtfully. Actually, this isn’t a bad idea. “In fact, why don’t you let me continue, and go ahead and enjoy it as much as you like. I’ll swallow when you come, that’s fine with me. And then when we get down to it,” I continue, licking him again wickedly and making him jolt,ooh, this is fun, “we’ll enjoy it all the more, and for longer.”
He stares at me with an astonished, disbelieving expression I wish I could capture and keep forever, one I know I will never forget either way, and I giggle. He nods, still stunned, and I smile at him wickedly before resuming fucking him with my mouth.
Dean tastes gorgeous, from the shower-fresh taste of his shaft to the delicious saltiness of the pre-come flowing from his helmet. I’m almost sorry when I hear his breath come hard and fast, and his thighs judder under my hands, and his hands clutch and twist at my sheets…yep, that’s my cue. I take his length in as far as I can manage, relaxing my throat and swallowing as he releases. He’s bowed almost double and fitfully stroking my hair as he comes from his first ever blowjob.
There’s a soft thud as his head collapses back on the pillow, and he pants for breath. He looks like he’s seeing stars, and maybe a few gods…
As for me…I find myself at a bit of a loss. I know he enjoyed himself, but that was one hell of an experience forme, too, gratifying like never before in my life. I didn’t expect to feel such pride. What would he like me to do now? Should I hold him? Should I sit on his face? I want to do both, simultaneously, and that would be impossible.
He turns his head so he can see me, and offers me a shocked smile.I honestly thought I was going to die,he chuckles breathlessly,and I’d have done it, happily.
I beam at him, leaning my head against his thigh and sighing happily. Giving oral sex usually makes me feel powerful, in control, but I feel almost vulnerable, lying here and looking up at his happy face. “So, safe to say you enjoyed that, then?”
He gives me a ‘well,duh’ look, and crooks his finger at me to beckon me closer. When I oblige, I am wrapped once more in his arms as he covers my face in gentle kisses. We rest our heads on the same pillow, gazing at each other.Thank you,he says.
I shake my head. “You don’t have to thank me for that, it was a pleasure,” I say, running my fingers down his face. And I mean it.
Yes I do. His smile dissolves into a more serious, determined look, and he leans up on one elbow to look down at me.I want to make you feel what I felt. Will you tell me how?
Well, ifthat’snot the greatest question I’ve ever been asked…
I nod. He gives me a slow, affectionate kiss, making me squirm happily. He trails a single finger slowly, lightly, down my forehead and over the bridge of my nose…over my lips, where I manage to catch his digit with a tiny kiss, making him smile…and then he continues trailing it down my neck…
He lingers at the centre of my bra, my very best underwear set for the occasion, and his fingertip edges underneath, where the underwire meets in the middle.OK with you if I took this off?He signs one handed.
“It absolutely is.” I can feel my nipples tightening in anticipation of being bared to his gaze. I have the sluttiest nips. Pair of good time girls, always craving attention. I highbeam at the drop of a hat.
I lean up so I can reach back and unhook my bra, to save him the trouble, and throw it off down the side of the bed. He staresat me ravenously, watching in fascination as the tips harden before his eyes. I don’t have the largest breasts in the world, but clearly he likes what he sees.
“I’d like it if you touched me,” I whisper. His eyes flare, and it feels electric as his fingers trail gently, gently across the light swell. His thumb runs across my nipple, and I make a soft, encouraging noise, so he does it again, a little harder.
Just as I’m about to invite him to use his lips, he leans down and presses a kiss in the centre of my chest, and somehow that feeling zings right to my clit. Slowly enough to make me want to beg, he moves across to the nipple he just caressed with his thumb and licks it, just once, in a circle.
I don’t know if it’s the newness or his inexperience that’s making everything so much more erotic and intense, but I amhere for it. Just his tentative, experimental licks are doing more for me than anything my last bed partner did. And the one before that, come to think of it.
I moan in encouragement as he lavishes the same attention on my other breast, his fingers wandering down to my mound. His own breath catches as he carefully eases my knickers off and feels how wet he’s making me. I feel his cock start to twitch back to life against my thigh. His touch is so light, as though he’s afraid to hurt me, and I press against his hand to urge him on. I let him feel me, knowing this is exploratory for him, and his fingers respond, circling me slowly on the way down to my entrance. Giving me an uncertain look that makes me want to hug him, he slowly eases his middle finger inside me, and I gasp. I’m so worked up that I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet, and he’s hardly begun.
He presses lightly against my top wall, and I realise what he’s looking for. He’s almost there, just slightly off. I reach down and take his wrist, looking him in the eye as I use it to guide his finger to the right place. “There,” I murmur as he touches myG spot, and his eyes flare. “Gentle pressure.” He nods, doing exactly as I tell him.
Oh, sweet Christmas…
I undulate my hips in time to his ministrations, helping him, and good golly Miss Molly, that feels dreamy. Looking thoroughly aroused and under the spell of some sort of untapped animal instinct, he trails kisses down my stomach, across my hips, and I hold my breath as he parts my legs a little further and gazes on the very heart of me. He looks both reverent, as if he’s looking upon my very soul, and smouldering with just barely banked, devilish lust.
Tell me what to do, he says,I don’t want to get it wrong.
I swallow hard. I can still taste faint traces of his orgasm. Now he may very well taste mine.
