I don’t know which one of us is panting louder.
“Fuck, cookie. Just like that. Look at you. So fucking sexy, gazing up at me with those pleading eyes. Doing every damn thing I say. You’re perfect.”
I’m already a puddle of need, preening under his praise from only the beginning of the lesson. I might combust by the time I get my lips on him.
“No more twisting. Give me a couple harder pumps, and drag your thumb over the slit at the very tip at the end of each stroke.”
Strengthening my grip, I work him up and down. The way his velvety skin bunches with each stroke is mesmerizing. I can’t take my eyes off it. And the swollen tip is so squishy and plush. I never want to stop touching it.
If this is how he feels about my soft breasts or butt, I get it now. Ireallydo.
He grazes my cheek with his knuckles, capturing my attention. “Stick your tongue out, baby. Make it flat.” I do as I’m told. “Good girl. Tilt my cock up so you can lick under the head. Start soft and easy. Little tastes. Tease me.”
Yes, yes, yes.
I lean forward and angle my head. My first lick is tentative and a tad awkward, but his breathy exhale is so sexy it spurs me to try again. The second lick is more natural, and by the third, my eyes roll to the back of my skull.
A hint of saltiness dances on my taste buds, mixed with the flavor of his clean skin. It’s delicious. I go back for more.
And more.
“Start a bit lower on each lick, then drag your tongue up until you end at the spot you’ve been teasing.”
My flattened tongue laps along the underside of his cock in ever-lengthening strokes. A thick vein gives me a trail to follow. His breathing and moaning change with the pressure I apply. While he’s teaching me, I’m studying his reactions, reading him like a textbook.
“Perfect, cookie. Do it again, but start from here.” He directs me to repeat the motion on the side of his cock, tracing the path he wants me to take with his index finger. “Mmm. Yes, baby.Yes.”
I hit him with begging eyes and ask, “Can you keep showing me like that? I want to follow your finger with my tongue. It’s hot.”
“Is that why your tits are heaving and thighs rubbing together?”
My cheeks warm.
“Is this making you wet and needy, Lila?”
“Verymuch,” I confess on a quivering sigh.
“Good. I like knowing you’re enjoying this as much as I am. Now stick that pretty pink tongue back out.”
My shoulders shimmy involuntarily as I return to my penis popsicle of pleasure.
As I requested, he uses his fingers to direct me, drawing the path. “Yes, baby. Just like that. So damn good.”
Again and again, I drag my tongue all over his cock, laving and worshipping him until it glistens.
“Eyes on me for the next one. Don’t even fucking blink,” he orders, tone dripping in sex appeal. “Run your tongue along the bottom. All the way from the root to the tip.Slow. Make me ache for you.”
He tastes so dang good, and the covetous way he watches me draws a moan out of me by the time I reach the underside of the head.
Me. I’m moaning.
At least I’m not the only one.
Acting on instinct, when I reach the tip, I surround it with my lips, getting my first feel of him inside my mouth.Heaven.
Two more moans—one from each of us.
I’m tempted to plunge down to take him deeper, but he shifts away.
