"Yeah." I pushed him down on the sofa and climbed on top of him. "He's a pretty sound sleeper, too."
"Good." He twisted his fingers through my hair just the way I liked him to and yanked me closer to his lips. "I've wanted to kiss you all night." He ran the tip of his tongue along my bottom lip before pressing his mouth to mine and roughly kissing me.
There were times when he could be gentle and tender, and those times were great, but every once in a while he let loose with me, and it always left me wanting more.
I pulled away from his mouth and let my lips explore more of his body. First, I kissed his tight jaw, then the skin just behind his earlobe, before making my way down his neck and throat. If his heavy breathing wasn't enough to tip me off to how much he was enjoying my attentions, I'd have figured it out by the way he was pushing his hips into me.
I moved my lips back up to his mouth as I slipped my hand down his stomach. I took a deep breath and quickly allowed my fingers to brush over his crotch. I was curious, and I wanted to touch him. He jerked his hips forward and pressed against my palm. Panicked, I moved my hand to his thigh.
"Joce, I want you to touch me."
He reached for my hand and ran it over little cowboy while he continued to move into me. The sounds he was making were encouraging, so I moved my hand faster.
"So good, baby." He slipped his hand up under my shirt and ran his fingers over my nipples.
I wiggled my body lower, so I could kiss his chest. His other hand was still tangled in my hair, so he gently guided me lower. I had a pretty good idea of where he wanted me to go. I moved down, until I lay eye-level with his belt buckle. I slowly moved my hand up and tugged at the leather strap until I managed to unbuckle it. With unsteady hands, I unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper. I wasn't exactly sure what I intended to do, but I needed to figure it out fast.
"Joce." He gently tilted my chin up, forcing me to make eye contact with him.
"You don't have to do this."
"I know, but I want to make you feel good." I pulled at his jeans, so he raised his hips and helped me slide his pants down.
I'd heard other girls talk about blowjobs before. It didn't sound that hard. Riley, the school slut, once said it was like licking a lollipop. That didn't sound so bad.
Alex let go of my hair, rested his head on the arm of the couch, and closed his eyes.
I leaned down and placed a tentative kiss just below his bellybutton. I followed the faint line of blond hair that trailed down the center of his stomach and disappeared into his boxers. I realized the boxers had to go. I swallowed hard, then pulled them down past his thighs.
Whoa! Little cowboy isn't so little! Will that fit in my mouth?
I turned my head to the side, causing my hair to brush over him.
He mumbled something incoherent and sat up.
"It might be easier if you were down there." He pointed to the floor.
"On my knees?"
"I just want you to be comfortable."
You're the expert.I shrugged and scooted to the floor as he rested his back against the sofa, slouching down, closer to my mouth. When he shifted positions, his pants pooled around his ankles. I had to take them off so I could get in between his legs. I leaned forward, took little cowboy in my hand, and lowered my mouth to him. I noticed the tip was glistening, and I briefly wondered if it would taste bad.
Only one way to find out.
I swirled my tongue over the head a few times before wrapping my lips around half the length.
"Joce," Alex whispered as I moved my head up and down, "just like that."
The more I moved, the more his hips pushed into my face. He reached down and placed his hand over mine, showing me that I should move my hand too. He kept his hand on top of mine as he ran his other hand through my hair, setting the pace for how he wanted me to suck him off.
"Your mouth is so hot. You're so good at this."
"Hmm . . . ." I hummed around him.
"Oh . . . you have to . . . ." He suddenly pulled back, causing little cowboy to pop out of my mouth. He placed his hand over the tip as I continued to stroke him. "I'm gonna come."
I felt warm liquid shoot between my fingers and trickle down my wrist. I didn't know if it was because I was caught up in the moment, but I had to squeeze my legs together to stop my own wetness from seeping out. I liked the feeling of his semen on my hand, and I kinda wished he hadn't pulled away when he came. I wanted to taste him. The idea was very sexy.
