He’s built like a god, and the sight of him makes my mouth water.
“Amelia, what are you?—”
I lean in, flicking my tongue against the tip of his cock. He whimpers, his hips jerking as I taste the salty sweetness of his pre-cum. When he pulls his hand away, I wrap mine around the base of his shaft, pumping him slowly as I take him into my mouth.
He stills, whispering, “Good God.”
The taste of him, clean and warm, fills my senses, and his body trembles beneath my touch. His hands fumble with my hair, unsure of how to guide me as he lets out a low moan, the sound echoing through the quiet room.
I take him deeper, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock as I suck him with abandon.
“Amelia,” he gasps, his voice filled with awe and wonder. “This is… I never imagined… fuck, you’re amazing.”
Tracing my tongue along the length of his shaft, I tease the sensitive spot just beneath the head. He whimpers again, his breath hitching as I take him deeper into my mouth.
He grows more confident with each passing moment, his hips subtly rocking in time with the movements of my mouth. He still seems unsure of what to do with his hands, but he pulls my hair into a ponytail, his grip steady but unsure as he holds onto it. “Amelia,” he moans again. “This is… I can’t… I don’t know what to do.”
His vulnerability and inexperience are as endearing as they are hot, and I reassure him, whispering against the head of his cock, “It’s okay. I’ve got you. And don’t worry,this won’t be a one-time study.”
I’ll gladly suck this big, beautiful cock as often as he wants me to.
My words seem to unleash something inside him, and when I take him back in my mouth, he really begins to buck his hips, thrusting a little deeper into my mouth. His control is slipping, his breathing becoming more ragged as he nears his climax.
“I’m close,” he warns, barely above a whisper. “I… stop, please, I can’t hold back much longer.”
I keep eye contact and pull back just enough to whisper, “Come in my mouth.” My words are a command, and it feels good to be in charge like this.
His eyes go wide, only to be pressed closed again on a whimper when I redouble my efforts, sucking and pumping him until he tenses. He cries out, his hips bucking as he comes hard in my mouth with my name on his lips.
So damn hot.
I swallow every drop, savoring his taste as he collapses back against the cushions, panting and spent.
I continue to tease him, my lips and tongue working gently but persistently. Each lick and gentle suck have him twitching, his body writhing under the onslaught of lingering sensitivity. He gasps, his breath coming in sharp bursts, and his hands grip the edge of the cushions tightly.
"Please," he finally chokes out, his voice a ragged whisper.
But I don’t stop immediately. I keep playing with him, reveling in the way his body reacts. Only when he pulls me away gently, his whole body trembling with the aftermath of the overstimulation, do I relent, letting him catch his breath.
I turn my attention to the top of his thighs, kissing and nibbling, feeling the coarse hair tickle my lips until I reach his defined V. Pausing, I press my lips firmly against his skin and suck gently.
He lets out a soft moan, his hips jerking at the sensation. Encouraged, I move to the other leg, repeating the process and enjoying the way he squirms beneath me. Then I carefully tuck him back into his pants, zip him up, and press one last kiss to the bulge in his pants.
“That was… incredible,” he whispers, his breath ragged. “I never knew it could feel like that.”
I smile and snuggle up beside him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his chest. We lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow, the warmth of his body soothing me.
But then Oliver tenses beneath me, and I can sense his mind racing, overthinking something. “Do you want me to…” He starts but trails off, swallowing hard.
“Read a few chapters ofTwilightfor me? Yes, I do,” I say, trying to ease his worry with a playful smile.
He chuckles, the tension in his body dissipating, and leans in, kissing my temple. “I’d love to,” he murmurs with his lips on my skin.
With that, he reaches for the book on the blanket beside us, opening it to the first chapter. His voice, though still a bit shaky, carries a comforting rhythm as he begins to read. I close my eyes, letting his words wash over me.
In this moment, everything feels right.
And I try hard not to think about whether or not Grey and Misha just watched me give Oliver his first blow job.
