Page 127 of The Passion Parameter


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“I’ll take one out of the freezer. What do you want to watch?”

“This feels like aShrekkind of day.”

He grins, amused by my choice. “Another classic of cinema, I see.”

“You’ll love it. It’s about a mannerless ogre who loves his solitude but ends up forced into an adventure with a talkative ass.”

His laugh mends my heart a little, as well as the kiss he can’t help but give me. “It sounds very familiar.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

I pick up the blanket I dismissed during our kiss and wrap myself in it as he heads off to the kitchen. We’ll get better. We absolutely will.

The animated movie is good enough to distract me from the fact that I should be working. Andrea makes it even better, whispering some of the lines as they occur. She’s a big fan, it seems, and I think I understand why.

I’m lying on the couch, and she’s half over me, her ear over my navel as she lies on her stomach between my parted legs. I’m not sure how we got into this position, as we started sitting up, but I enjoy having her on me like this. She’s like a warm weighted blanket.

At some point, she looks up at me and calls, “Baby?” I look down, and she hesitates before continuing. “I was wondering… You’re afraid you’ll hurt me, but what if we do things where that can’t happen?”

“What do you mean?”

“What if I use my mouth? Do you think that would be okay? Could it work?”

I have no idea. I’ve never had performance issues before, especially not with her. A suggestive look from her used to be enough to send blood flowing to my cock, but her hands on me as we kissed with passion didn’t work a couple of hours ago. These are uncharted waters, and I have no idea how to navigate them.

“I don’t know,” I answer. “It could work if there isn’t the pressure of sex.”

“Would you mind if we tried?”

She stares at me with her doe eyes full of love and hope, and I know refusing would hurt her. But if we try and I stay soft, she might also take it poorly. I reach down to frame her beautiful face with my hands. “If it doesn’t work, promise you won’t take it personally,” I demand.

Without missing a beat, she nods. “And if it doesn’t work, you can always issue a complaint about my head, and I’ll try to do better next time,” she says humorously. I chuckle at that, hoping she actually won’t mind if nothing comes of it.

She lowers a little more as I pick up the remote and press pause. “If you feel uncomfortable with something, tell me, and we’ll stop,” she insists, to which I nod.

There’s something deferential in the way she lowers my basketball shorts and then my underwear to free my resting cock. “Even like this, it’s still the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen,” she appreciatively says.

“Glad you find my cock ‘pretty.’”

“It’sourcock,” she corrects me before laying a series of kisses on the soft flesh.

With the armrest angling my head up, I have no problem looking down at her while she worships me with her plump lips and pink tongue. It isn’t missed on me that I’ve been scared to have this part of me inside her again, but there she is, showing me how much she loves it. And something tells me it isn’t a coincidence. She knows exactly what she’s doing, reminding me of how much she likes my dick.

I shouldn’t be surprised by how well that works on me. But I can already feel the blood flow through my length, hardening it. Fuck, she was right. Sex scares me so much that I can’t get hard for her, but this… this works on my fucked-up brain. It works so well that I’m soon aching with the need for more, gloriously hard as precum leaks out of my tip.

She licks it up and asks, “Do you want me to keep going?”

Her hand is leisurely pumping me, so soft yet firm, so fucking good that I have no doubt she can bring all this to an end. I won’t be hurting her with my inability to perform this time.

“Yes. Keep going,” I approve.

She almost purrs at that, kissing the side of my length. “Then tell me what you want, Alexander.” I groan, already over all that teasing and needing more. “Do you want me to suck your cock, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Then say the words.”

I let out a low chuckle, the irony of the moment not lost on me.That cheeky little… “I want you to suck my cock, Andrea.”