Twenty minutes.
I kept staring at the clock by my bed, and that’s how much time had passed since we’d said good night. I had no idea if Ashley had fallen asleep, but there was no way I could sleep right now with his beautiful body right up against mine, his heat soaking into me… His delicious smell. The sound of him breathing in my bed.
I needed to pee, but I didn’t even want to get up.
Finally, I slipped out from under his arm and went to pee. I got a couple of glasses of water and put one on his side of the bed for him. Then I got back into bed, quietly.
His arm immediately slipped over me and his big hand spread across my stomach, nudging me toward him. I wriggled closer and wedged my body against his. I could feel his dick against my butt cheek, but it wasn’t hard.
I should’ve really left it that way.
Let him heal…
I rolled over to face him. I could barely make out his eyes in the dark, but they were definitely open.
I pulled the sheet off us both and ran my hand gently up his thigh. I found the head of his cock and very lightly smoothed my thumb over his piercing, the two smooth steel balls and his smooth flesh in-between.
He groaned a little, but he didn’t move my hand away. He didn’t move at all.
“You’re pierced here,” I said, drifting my thumb over his cockhead again. “Must be sensitive.”
He groaned again, and his cock definitely twitched. He was swelling from my touch.
“I was thinking… what if I just touched the head?” I smoothed my thumb over and around the head of his cock in a gentle circle, again and again, as I felt him stiffen. When he was hard, I slid my other hand up his thigh to gently cup his balls. “And here…” I said, squeezing gently and stroking his sac.
He made a rough gasping sound that sounded delicious, so I kept going.
“I can just play with the head,” I said sweetly, rubbing my thumb over his piercing again, around and around, “and touch you like this…” I stroked his sac, which was swollen and firm. “And make you come. You said you could do it without being touched at all. I’ll be so gentle…”
“Danica…” he groaned. “Shit…”
I took that as encouragement.
I slid southward and lowered my mouth to the head of his cock. As I flickered my tongue gently over his slit, he moaned something that sounded like an agreement or maybe a request for more. I could taste the slightly salty taste of his come.
“You taste good, Ashley…”
I smeared the pre-come that was beading there over his head with my thumb and licked him again.
He groaned again and rolled a little, onto his back, his body telling me to do whatever the fuck I wanted to him. I wanted to suck him deep into my mouth, but I was determined to make this feel good for him—I didn’t want to hurt him and I wasn’t going to risk touching him in any way that wouldn’t feel amazing.
So I licked the palm of my hand and then smeared it over his balls, squeezing gently. At the same time, I lapped my tongue over his cockhead and then around, licking along the rim of his crown. Then I flickered it over the piercing.
Ashley gasped, groaned and shuddered. His hand went into my hair, just lightly resting on my head.
“Danica…” he breathed again.
And I felt a surge of feminine power. This blissful feeling of turning him on.
You’re my dream fuck.
I really wanted to live up to that pronouncement…
I slipped my mouth over his cockhead and sucked him inside.
He moaned and when I flickered my tongue over his piercing again, he made a very sexy male hissing sound that I took for extreme pleasure.
I slipped my mouth away, exploring a little more with my tongue… all around the rim of his head, around the piercing and over his slit. I sucked him back into my mouth, in-between licks, over and over again, keeping my touch gentle; light but forceful.
