Charlotte’s eyes widen slightly as she takes me in, but then she positions herself between my legs. Instead of taking me into her mouth immediately, she starts with my thighs, kissing them. I watch, mesmerized, as she leaves wet trails along my inner thighs.
I gasp as she takes my balls into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced—my own hand pales in comparison.
“Charlotte,” I breathe out, my hands tangling in her hair. “Please…”
She licks the vein on the underside of my shaft, her lips kissing the tip.
“Please,” I beg, the word bitter on my tongue. “Please, Charlotte…”
Finally, she takes me into her mouth, her lips stretching around my girth. I watch as she takes more of me, her head bobbing. Saliva coats me, dripping down my length as she works.
Then she gags.
For the first time in my life, I feel fear—not for myself, but for her. What if I’m hurting her? What if I’m too much?
I gently drag her up from my cock by her hair. “Does it hurt you?” I ask.
“No,” she says, her voice husky. “Please let me suck.”
I release her hair, my fingers stroking her cheek instead. She smiles up at me before taking me back into her mouth.
I don’t understand it. I don’t understand any of it.
But I don’t want it to stop.
The pressure building at the base of my spine is unbearable. Charlotte’s cheeks hollow as she sucks. I can’t hold back; I pour into her mouth. The waves of pleasure are so intense they border on pain.
She doesn’t pull away. She takes it all, her throat working as she swallows. I’m completely spent, collapsing back against the couch.
She releases my softening cock but continues to place kisses along its length. I watch her through hooded eyes, my mind struggling to process what just happened.
Is this what I’ve been missing out on?
A need rises in me, so strong and sudden that my mouth literally waters. An ache to give back, to make her feel what she just made me feel.
“Can…” I start. “Can I do the same to you?”
She pulls her blouse over her head in a silent answer, unzipping her skirt, standing before me in simple lace underwear.
For the first time ever, my bare hands touch a woman’s skin not to harm, but to explore. I trace the line of her collarbone, down her arms. She shivers. My hands move to her back, unhooking her bra, and I watch as her breasts are freed. They’re beautiful, full, with rosy nipples that harden under my gaze.
I’m absolutely shaken by the flood of filth that pours through my mind. I want to bite them. I want to suck them until she screams. I want to leave marks all over her skin so everyone knows she’s mine.Mine.
I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties and pull them down. Her cunt is right there, inches from my face. A neat thatch of dark hair decorates it. The scent hits me—musky, sweet, intoxicating. My cock twitches with interest.
“Please,” she whispers. “Valerio.”
I have a taste, and despite all my doubts, she’s fucking delicious. I’m clumsy at first, but instinct takes over.
My tongue flattens against her, dragging up through her folds. I do it again, this time circling her clit.
“Like that,” she gasps. “But softer… circle it with your tongue. Yes, just like that.”
I follow her instructions. Her breathing becomes ragged, her hips grinding against my face.
“Now suck it,” she moans. “Gently… pull it into your mouth.”
I do as she says, sucking her clit between my lips.
