“When I praise you?”
He grits his teeth. “Apparently so.”
Taking pity on him, I lift his head slightly and dip my clit towards his waiting lips. “So, you want to get me off first,” I muse, and he nods impatiently; the stimulation that movement provides proves to me that I’m not going to need long for him to make that happen. “OK, so I like tongue fucking and my clit licked in circles best, but you can’t go far wrong whatever you do.” Pointers are everything, after all.
A new determination fills his eyes, and he pulls me closer to give my nub a long, firm, luxurious swirl of his tongue. “Jesus,” I gasp, my eyes rolling back in my head. Given how reticent he’s been up until now, I wasn’t sure just how much experience he’d had, or how many different acts he’d even tried, let alone mastered. But it seems Jacob is no innocent, after all. Or he’s done his research. Or both.
He tries every type of lick, suck, speed, and motion he can think of, and hones in on the ones that have me sighing his name. When he thrusts his tongue into my pussy, I almost have to be peeled off the ceiling; the intensity has me mewling as I undulate my hips, rubbing myself on his mouth in a fever pitch of desperation to come.
I find myself trying to hold off, which I would normally never do - orgasms can be hard to come by when you’re a woman, no pun intended, so I always sayget yours when you can- but I don’t want this to end.
Once again, though, Jacob surprises me; after I’ve come the first time, a riotous flash through my very bones that feels like being struck with pleasure lightning over and over, he gives me a coupleof seconds to catch my breath before re-applying himself to the task and chasing me over the edge again, and again, like a starving predator greedy for more, and more, and more. By the time I’m pulling on his hair and begging him to stop, he’s giving me the hugest grin I’ve ever seen on his often-mysterious face.
“Looking mighty pleased with yourself there, Mr Stewart.” My eyes fly open wider when I see him wiping my arousal off his lips and chin and licking it from his fingers, like he doesn’t want to waste a single bit. “Fuck, where haveyoubeen?”ThisJacob is such a far cry from the man I met just a few days ago. I couldn’t be happier he’s decided to come out to play.
“I’m right here,” he whispers, looking up at me with sleepy, lambent blue eyes.
I am going to rock this man’s world.
“Your turn,” I purr, starting to move backwards on the bed, but he shakes his head.
“No need, you were owed.”
“Well, since you’ve given me three times the orgasms I’ve ever given you, you’re in credit…” I bite his collarbone, relishing the tight noise he tries to muffle. “Are yousurethere’s noneed?” On cue, his cock pulses against my skin, and I chuckle warmly. “I think you’re outnumbered, two to one.”
“Damnit,” he hisses through his teeth, but he’s grinning.
I shuffle back until his dick is in front of my face, my hands clutching his hips. He’s amazing; easily eight or nine inches, with some impressive girth, and uncut, which is unusual for me. Nine times out of ten, my penis-having lovers are circumcised. I rather like the way his foreskin looks, tight and smooth over his shaft. Instantly, I want to play. To learn what it likes, and how to make itthrob. “So, the rules are…”
“Rules?” he asks, puzzled.
“I know, normally I’m not a rules person,” I agree, “but you’ll like this, trust me. The rules are, you take it for as long as you can, and you tell me when you’re about to come. Think you can handle that?” Impulsively, I kiss the very tip, where the slit is weeping, and he huffs out a breath. “Well?”
“Yes. Deal. Whatever you need me to say, just…”
I quirk an eyebrow. “Are you begging?”
“Yes,” he grits out, “if that’s what you want to hear, I’m begging you,please…”
“Please, what?” Feeling evil, I circle underneath his foreskin lightly and slowly with my tongue, and his whole body tightens. “Please do that?”
He nods fitfully, and I give in.
He tastes amazing, fresh and salty, and I could spend hours torturing him like this. I can feel how badly he wants me to speed up as I trace a vein on his shaft with my tongue; when I suck the head with increasing strength, he whimpers and clutches the bed sheets with claw-like hands.God, I love when a man whimpers.
When he least expects it, I open my mouth wide and take in as much of him as I can, relaxing my throat until I can swallow around him. He lets out a hoarse cry. “Close,” he bursts out, monosyllabic and sweating at the temples.
I pull away.
“Christ,” he grits out, a cross between a groan and a whimperfalling out of his mouth.
“Shh,” I soothe him, mean in my softness. “Just a little break, and then…” Very gently, too gently to tip him over the edge, I stroke him up and down, enjoying the velvety softness sliding over the throbbing iron hardness of him.
“Oh my god,” he moans, his head falling back over the edge of the bed again.
“That’s just going to intensify it,” I warn him. “All the blood rushing to yourhead…” I run my thumb, wet with his slickness and my saliva, over the underside of his dick until he shudders.
When I’m sure he’s treading water, I bend my head again. It doesn’t take as long as last time, but my good boy has to learn to hold his load a little while, to bask in the moments just before he shoots. And I’m relishing being the one to teach him this lesson.
