He was coiled up tight. Anticipation or nerves, I couldn’t tell. But this was never going to work if he didn’t unwind.
“I can’t help you if you don’t relax,” I murmured. “Don’t you want to feel good?”
My fingers brushed over his nipples. He shivered. His cock jumped.
“Yeah.”
“Then do what I say, and I’m going to make you feel really,reallygood.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Ma’am.I liked the sound of that. The toy against my clit practically screamed to be turned on, but I refrained. Hudson needed me more than I needed to cum right now.
“I know first times can be scary. Believe me, I know. But opening up can often be the most rewarding thing we do.”
His lips twitched, eyes still closed. “I could tell you the same thing.”
“I’m not into anal. But I’ll keep that in mind.”
We both chuckled, knowing that neither of us was talking about back-door sex anymore. Tipping his chin up, I gave him his first command.
“Come here. Kiss me.”
Slowly, our bodies moved together and our lips touched. For the first time, he kissed me like a question. Soft and uncertain. I took his cheek in my hand, deepening it, exploring every inch of his mouth. My chest pressed against his, my nipples pebbled against his smooth skin. My own pussy felt empty without him, which only deepened my desire.
“You’re an excellent kisser, you know,” I breathed.
“Thank you.”
My hands traveled down his chest, toward his cock. It glistened with pre-cum. “We’re going to take this nice and slow, okay? Just enjoy the sensations.”
Fingertips first. Up and down his shaft. Feather-light, barely touching him. He twitched beneath me, hips bucking, desperate for more contact. When I felt like he might explode from the lack of pressure, I maneuvered down and licked the wet head, tasting the salty brine of him on my tongue.
He touched my scalp, not pushing me toward his cock, but pleading with me to take it.
How could I refuse?
I inched his length between my lips, wetting him until he hit the back of my throat. Then I withdrew, teeth dripping with his pre-cum.
“That’s a good boy.”
The whimper that escaped his mouth was equal parts arousing and pitiful. I may not have been agood girlkind of girl, but he was most certainly agood boykind of boy.
“Don’t worry. I’ll go back to it. Just one second.”
His gaze never left me as I lubed up my fingers. I tried to give him the sameI’m going to make you cum so hardenergy that he’dgiven me so many times; I knew how painfully it heightened the anticipation.
Once satisfied with my lubrication, I returned to his cock and brought my fingers between his legs. As I took him in my mouth again, I pressed them against his entrance, waiting for the pleasure of the blowjob to hit and relax his muscles.
Soon, he opened for me, parting so I could work my fingers inside him—first to the knuckle, then to the hilt.
He whimpered. Pre-cum slicked the back of my throat. My clit begged for attention.
I remained inside him for a few moments, relishing the tightness around my fingers as I worked my mouth around him. His hips bucked—first deeper into my mouth, then back again for my fingers.
He cried out when I lifted my head long enough to breathe, “You take my fingers so well.”
“Thank you. But…”
