She’d be my lover, my friend,andmy family.
She jacks my cock brutally, sticking her thumb right into my slit a few times. I’m leaking a ridiculous amount. My balls are tingling. My stomach cramps. I can’t catch my breath. And that’sbeforeshe puts her perfect mouth back over my cock and takes me all the way to the back of her throat. She swallows convulsively around my dick and then her gorgeous fingers cup my balls and squeeze.
I’m finished.
If I’d had any inkling this was coming, I would have jacked off in the shower so I could last more than one mortifying moment.
“Fawnie!” I try to jerk her face off my cock so she can get out of the way, but she refuses to go.
She works me even harder. I can’t stop the surge of pleasure that overtakes me. It rocks my whole body. I come and come in hot jets. It’s horrible, because I’ve somehow planted my hand on Fawnie’s forehead, and I don’t know if I’m pushing her away or trying to bring her closer.
She swallows every last drop of my come. I just about collapse on the spot from seeing her do it. I’m able to open my eyes for the last part, and when I find her huge blue irises locked on my face, my legs almost give out. Was she watching me the whole time? I don’t even want to know what kind of embarrassingly stupid face I made.
Or what face I’m making as Fawnie pulls off my cock. It’s shining with her saliva. She runs her tongue over her bottom lip.
I swear that I almost shoot my load a second time watching her rise to her feet. She carefully tucks my cock back into my pants and zips me back up. She takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom.
I stop dead in the entrance, when I notice the feline loafed at the foot of the bed.
“Bubby!” Fawnie races over and scoops her cat up. The tabby has a grouchy look about being disturbed, but she doesn’t hiss or scratch. Fawnie uses one of her little paws to wave at me. It’s adorable. So is the kiss she brushes over Bubby’s head. “She hid last time you were here. I’m going to take her to her bed in the living room and get her some treats. I feel like I’d scandalize her with what I’m about to do for you.”
That sounds rather ominous. Promisingly ominous.
All I can do is wait in the room with a dry mouth and a hammering heart. Fawnie’s not gone for long, and when she returns, she has one of the oak chairs from the kitchen. She sets it down at the foot of the bed and closes the door.
My heart spikes as hard as my cock. It’s fully hard again and very interested in whatever it is she has planned for me.
“Sit down,” she urges, patting the chair. “I thought that you might like another show.”
My mouth is bone dry. I’m sure my body is a hot, angry mess, but I can’t feel a thing other than the desire that has a straight up chokehold on me. I sit down in the chair and lean forward, setting my elbows on my knees.
Fawnie crawls onto the bed. She shifts to the wooden headboard and rests her back against it. She keeps her legs closed. This is very much like the video, and not at all the same. “Would you like to tell me what to do?”
I’m sure my face is scarlet. “How… do you mean?”
“I’d really like it if you gave me some filthy commands and some sweet words of praise. Or funny ones. I’d be fine with that too. Would you like to do that?” She runs her hand from her ankle up to her knee. It should not be so hot, watching her do something so simple. She doesn’t even have a coy smile. She’s not teasing or blatantly sexy like she was on the video.
It’s so like my mind to totally blank out. “Uh… that- that depends.”
“What does it depend on?”
I have literally not one fucking clue.
“Should I touch myself like this?” She glides her hand up her thigh. She pushes the hem of her skirt up, revealing the creamy swell of her thigh.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck this.I’ve already watched one show tonight. I’m as hard as if I’ve deprived myself for a month. My cock is leaking all over my jeans and I’m going to tear out of my body. I’m feeling far too much of everything and I have no idea what I’ll do with it if I just sit here.
Fawnie’s hand pauses on her inner thigh. She looks right at me, those blue eyes so dark and always seeing far too much. It’s not what we’re doing or what we just did, or what happened a few days ago between us. It’s the way she looked at me at the symphony, like I’m something special. I wasworthall the trouble. It’s what she did in that bathroom, helping me, rubbingmy back, standing in line for a million years to get me water, staring at me with stars in her eyes just like the ones in her hair and on her blouse. She’s broken her word, stalked me, given me no more than a single inch to breathe ever since she found out I was here. She wanted to take care of me when I was soaked and freezing cold.
I know that there will never be anyone like Fawnie. No one has made me feel the way she makes me feel. Already.
I know that she’d give me her time, her loyalty, her future, if I so much as asked for it.
Should I leave? Get up now and get away from her and here and all those hard, wonderful truths that could destroy me? How can I just sit here and let it happen, when I know how much it would hurt to lose her?
Not hurt. It would utterly destroy me.
“Shadow?”
