Seeing him completely bare like that was always a shock; I couldn’t seem to get used to it.
Neil never seemed to be bothered, though. His body was a tool for him, and he knew how attractive it was.
I, on the other hand, was still a little anxious about my lack of experience. I wasn’t bold enough yet when it came to foreplay, and every time I got started, the fear of not being able to make him happy rose up again, and I worried I was going to drive him away again.
“You did great the first time, Babygirl. You’ll learn more with practice. I like this because…you’re the one doing it.” He stroked my face, running his fingers through my hair and freeing it from the hairband until it fell gently around my shoulders. The scent of my shampoo hit us both, and he inhaled deeply, grinning. He closed his fist around my hair and tugged me closer to his pelvis.
Sure, powerful, wild—just like always.
I swallowed awkwardly and let him position me. I looked up into eyes one last time to soothe my nerves, and the unspoken understanding I read there comforted me. It was incredible how Neil could banish all my fear and make room for determination.
Determination to give him every bit as much pleasure as he gave me. I was the one who had asked to know him in every way, and his taste, from the very first, acted like an aphrodisiac on me.
The clean smell of his skin urged me not to back down. I stroked his hard thighs through his jeans and felt the powerful muscles under my fingers.
Every part of him was perfect and deserved my attention.
I parted my lips and let him inside, feeling him shiver ever so slightly. I didn’t want to disappoint him. I wanted to not just live up to his other lovers who had also done this but erase even the possibility of them doing it again.
His gentle strokes along the back of my neck relaxed me and kept me in the moment. Neil didn’t groan or pant, so I wasn’t sure if it was going well or not. All I could do was go with my instincts and try to remember the things Neil had already taught me.
When I couldn’t take the full length of him, he gave me a fond look and didn’t demand more from me. In exchange, I focused more intensely on his most sensitive places and was hyperaware of his every physical reaction. The moment I saw the first abdominal tensing, I laved his glans more enthusiastically. Then I looked up, blushing to find his eyes looking back into mine, golden and aroused, focused completely on me. His serious expression only made him more alluring, and his slightly parted lips, plush and inviting, only made me want to kiss him passionately. I used my free hand to cup his contracted testicles, and he gave the slightest gasp, tightening his hold on my hair. He was so stubborn about not allowing himself to lose control and stretching the moment out as long as possible, even though I was already getting tired.
Still no moans, not even another gasp, and my insecurity reared its head again.
Was I doing something wrong? Was I not on the other girls’ level?
If I couldn’t do this for him, he would definitely regret choosing me.
No…I couldn’t let that happen, so I pushed aside my worries and went on, shy but determined to rock his world.
I pulled back for just a second to give myself a breather, but Neil grunted in annoyance and pressed on the back of my head, urging me to continue where I’d left off.
Neil would show his disappointment if I did the opposite of what he wanted, and knowing that he was in control gave me a feeling of total stupefaction. So I went back to blowing him devotedly to show him that I was enjoying it just as much as he was. I hoped he wouldn’t hold himself back for too long and would allow himself to let go. Neil stared lustily at me, and I was hypnotized by the flames of desire burning in his eyes. When, after what felt like an endless number of minutes, I finally heard that rough, uncontrolled moan from out of his throat, I knew I was about to achieve my goal.
“Yes…good job, Tinkerbell. Faster…” he broke the silence, and his roughened voice gave me intense shivers all along my spine. I moved my hands from his firm thighs around to his marble ass. I squeezed his butt cheeks and stroked the defined musculature of them, thrilled by the idea that this body was all mine. That surge of possessiveness had me moving my tongue faster, and Neil moaned, captivated.
But I wasn’t satisfied. Soon, I would have his soul as well.
“Fuck, yes,” he whispered at the same moment he moved against me in one untamed thrust, his hand digging into my hair. He caught my eye, wondering whether or not to pull back but I gestured for him to give me all of him. Then, with a powerful contraction, he exploded in my mouth. He gasped, an extremely masculine sound that seemed to have released all of his accumulated tension.
I was instantly aroused, pressing my thighs together to tamp down on my growing lust.
The taste of him was incredible.
I took it all and delighted in it.
I had no other men to compare him to, but all it took was knowing that it was his, that I had something inside me that belonged to him, and I felt enveloped and consecrated by him.
I pulled back from his body, which was still slightly trembling, and stared at him, bewitched. His muscles were all tensed, and his breath came in pants. His golden eyes watched me with satisfaction, and he gave me the kind of mysterious smile that always enchanted me. Unable to stop myself, I moved closer to him again to finish what I’d started. I licked his member clean, drawing out the lingering sensations from the orgasm he’d just experienced.
Neil trembled again when he felt my tongue wrapping around him, tracing the throbbing veins beneath his thin skin, and he gasped for breath. I just looked up at him adoringly.
Then, like a good little girlfriend, I pulled up his boxers and his jeans and did them up again.
It made me feel powerful, seeing this man who was wanted by so many other women seek out my attention all the time, like he couldn’t help himself.
“You are becoming quite the fairy seductress,” he said in an amused mutter. I sat up on my knees and looped my arms around his neck. I licked my lips and tasted him, slightly sour on my tongue. Neil’s skin was hot to the touch; his cheekbones reddened slightly, and his eyes were glassy with arousal. His chest heaved rapidly, and whenever he breathed in, his hard pecs grazed my breasts, making my nipples stiffen. I tried not to focus on the pleasurable shivers running down my back and focused on him.
