“We aren’t ready for that yet,” he chides me. “There’s something else I need to show you first. Once I get inside that mouth, it’ll be over.”
I squeeze him in my fist, getting another pump in while I re-moisten my mouth. “What’s the other thing I need to learn?”
“Use the tip of your tongue and flick right here.” He points to a fleshy line where the head meets the shaft, which is essentially where I was lapping at him in the beginning. A bit more zeroed in.
I stiffen my tongue and go to work like anAstudent.
“Slowly at first. And pump your fist at the same ti—” He interrupts himself with a moan. “Yeah. That’s it.Fuck.”
Encouraged by his reaction, I repeat the move, alternating between pointy and flat licks. Occasionally, I add a twist of my wrist when pumping him in concert with my tongue’s ministrations.
“Damn. Okay, easy, easy.” He rocks his hips back an inch and expels a garbled sigh. “You’re already an expert at that.”
“I have a great teacher.” I wink at him. “And Iloveyour dick,” I tell him, then return to the base for another drawn-out pass over his full length.
Between adoring strokes, I praise him for this magnificent work of art he’s letting me play with. “It’s so hard and thick.”Lick over the head.“Silky smooth skin that squishes when I squeeze it.”Tongue flutters under the tip.“I love this thick vein.”Lap along the bulging line. “I love how you sound when I press my tongue hard against it.”Long lick along the entire underside.“And Ilovehow you’re looking at me.”
He grunts, teeth crimping on his lower lip. “If you keep talking like that, we won’t get to the part of the lesson when you actually get my cock in your mouth.”
Keeping my fist around the base of his shaft, I lap at him one final time. “Teach me that part,please. I could lick you like an ice cream cone all day.” I quash a giggle before I kill the mood with silliness. “But I’m ready to level up.”
His mouth quirks on one side, and he twists a strand of my hair around his fingertips. “Eager to feel me pulse inside that sexy mouth?”
I nod, words a distant memory. My nipples are so hard they’re doing the talking for me.
“Do you want me to come down your throat?”
I nod harder, pulsing my fingers around his girth to punctuate my response.
He skims his hand over my cheek, then rubs the pad of his thumb across my slick lips. My tongue sneaks out for a lick of its own volition. Before my lips close, he sneaks his thumb into my mouth, pressing my jaw down. He twines his other hand in my hair, tugging it at the root.
It’s possessive and punishing.
Engrossed in his actions and dying to see what he’ll do next, I let his cock slip out of my hand. Bit of a misstep in terms of what I’m supposed to be doing here.
Who could blame me, though? He’s in command of me so completely it’s a wonder I’m still upright instead of a pool of Lila juices on the floor.
Bending down, he aligns our faces and grits out, “Lila, I’m the one doing the teaching. Be my good girl and do as you're told. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to fuck your mouth.”
Oops.
He releases my jaw but keeps his other hand in my hair. “And it just so happens I’m ready.” His grin is pure sin. “Right fucking now. Open up, cookie.”
Without waiting for instruction, I take his cock in my fist and give the head a swirling lick, spinning my tongue around the tip like a cyclone.
He inhales sharply, the air hissing. As he empties his lungs, he quips, “Off to a fantastic start. What else can that mouth do?”
Snickering, I dive in with gusto. Like earlier, I encircle the tip with my lips and revel in the silky feel of his taut flesh gliding over my tongue. However, instead of stopping there, I add suction and plunge farther down his shaft. I get a tad past the swollen head before retreating.
My lips pull tight as I round my mouth, preparing to take more of him on my next attempt.
Using the hand still tangled in my hair, he gently guides my movements. “That’s my perfect girl. Open nice and wide for me.” He pulses his hips, driving himself deeper.
Breathing through my nose, I suck him hard, trying to bring him to the entrance of my throat.
He’s too thick, though. Or my mouth isn’t wide or relaxed enough. I’ll need more practice. Such a shame.
Even if I haven’t given him my throat yet, he’s clearly loving my effort. The next time he praises me, his voice is full of tension and grit. “You have the most perfect mouth. Keep going.”
