“Um… Can I leave this on?” She pulls on the straps of her thong.
“If you want,” I say, clearing my throat.
She nods, moving toward the bed. She climbs up beside me, lying flat on her back a few inches from me.
“How do we start?” She glances at me.
“What do you like?”
“Like? Oh, I don’t know. I’m not very picky. I like sucking, which you know.” Her lips twitch up. “But when it comes to my body, I don’t really care. I take whatever is given.”
Jesus. The men she has been with haven’t been doing their job. She must be so used to settling on whatever makes them feel good.
“You like giving pleasure?”
“Yes.” She nods.
“You know,” I start, turning on my side to face her. Her eyes are open and staring at the ceiling. “You’re the only girl who has ever taken my whole cock in their mouth.”
“Really?” she asks, her eyes darting over to me. “It wasn’t easy, but it felt so good. I like the way my jaw ached after.”
“Yeah?” I fight the urge to reach between my legs and touch myself. This isn’t about me. It’s all about her. “I don’t know if I’ll ever come that hard from a blow job ever again.”
“Mm.” She sighs. “I like that I’ll leave you with a lasting memory.” Her hand cups her bare tit, squeezing it.
“When guys go down on you, do you like their tongue inside or playing with your clit?”
“Oh.” She gasps, as her thumb rolls at her nipple. “I don’t care too much. I rarely come from receiving oral. Just a few times, mostly if they want a second go and don’t mind spending awhile down there.” Her fingers tug on her nipples and her mouth parts, but no sound comes out.
“Do you like having your nipples played with?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “They are all too rough or too soft. Correcting men gets old.” Her voice is heavy as she switches to fondle her other tit. “They can never read my cues.”
“Favorite position?” I’m trying to get information to paint a picture for us, but she isn’t giving me much to work with. I blame the lousy men she has been with.
“Doggy. Better angle. Top is good too, but men don’t let me take my time that way.”
“Stop talking about other men,” I say, trying to keep my voice soft, but I don’t need her thinking of her past lovers right now. “I don’t care about them. I want to know what you like.”
“Doggy still. Though I fear you’ll break me that way.” I smile to myself as she lowers one hand to rest on her lower stomach. “I like my hair played with, pulled. And when my hips are gripped, a hand around the throat feels good too. Not choking, just holding me in place.” Her chest rises and falls, as her hand slides to the front of her thong.
“How many of your fingers can you fit inside?”
“Two. I’ve only ever used two.” Her hand rests over her pussy now. “Sometimes I put one in my ass, but I don’t do that often. Only when I’m desperate.”
“Desperate?”
“For a little pain.”
“You like pain?”
“Not a lot, just a little. A sting, the stretching, really. I like being full.” I watch her hand move, slipping under her thong now. “And filled.”
Jesus Christ. I’m going to fucking explode just from the words coming out of her mouth.
“How could a man not worship you?” I say softly.
Her eyes find me, resting on my face. “You’d worship me?”
