Her inhaling my masculine scent in the rawest of places, makes my cock ache so fucking badly that I nearly take my own fist to it, just to relieve the pressure.
Ami beats me to it. She raises her head and slowly, so slow that she should be awarded a degree in torture, trails her fingers up my thigh, past my balls—which make them clench like a motherfucker—to my cock.
Her sweet, warm palm is like heaven.
No, it’s better. I’ve never held out any illusions about getting to those pearly gates, on the off chance that they are indeed real. Ami is as close to any kind of heaven, or afterlife, or even pleasure, that I’ve ever come.
Her hand slowly works my cock, starting at the base and twisting gently towards the tip, which is angry and red and nearly fucking purple. She lets out a stunned little gasp when drops of precum form at the slit and dribble over her fist.
I’ve never been with anyone inexperienced, and Ami’s wide eyed wonder at the tiniest of things, her frank appreciation of my body, hard and marred and ruined as it is, make me feel things that I have no business feeling. It makes me feel strangely soft inside, like someone took out all the steel and granite that I’ve grown so used to and replaced it with spongy moss.
Ami runs her hand down my shaft again, working me the best she can, given that her palm barely closes around the girth of my cock, and I let out a smoky groan that swirls around us. Her breath hitches, but she does it again—tortures me with that sweet little palm.
“Is this… is this okay?” she whispers, and I realize that I’m supposed to be instructing her, not acting like a fourteen year old kid experiencing his first hand job. “I want to taste you…”
Fuck. Me. With. Barbed. Wire.
It would have been no less painful than her innocent request.
“Yeah,” I manage to force out, and Jesus, it sounds like I’ve eaten an entire fence of barbed wire instead. “Take me into that sweet, pouty mouth. I want to watch my cock disappearing between your pretty lips. I want to tangle my fingers in that lush hair of yours and guide your beautiful face until my cock is at the back of your throat. Is that what you want too, Ami? To take me there?”
I wait, sure that was too much. I want to take the words back, to break her in slow, to give her time to adjust to the idea, because sucking a man’s dick on her knees, me working her mouth, is probably a degrading image in her mind after what she’s been through, but she surprises me as savage desire wars with determination, hardening her features.
“Yes,” she responds, and her voice is sure and strong. “Yes, I want that. I want you. I want to taste you. I want to… to please you.”
“You please me just by existing,” I say stupidly, and nearly punch myself in the face for being such a chick and spouting that nonsense.
The pretty blush that blooms over her delicate cheekbones and the way her tongue darts out over her pillowy bottom lip, makes those words worth it. Every single second.
Her cheeks still painted a brilliant red, Ami tilts her head and leans forward. I have to admit, it’s one hell of a show from where I’m standing, watching her guide my cock to her mouth. Her lush lips part and she takes the crown of my dick between them. She sucks me in slow, savoring me like I’m her favorite lollipop. I wait, trying desperately not to jack my hips into her face like an asshole and fuck her mouth the way I want to.
Her eyelashes flicker down and she lets out a hum of pleasure that I feel straight in my balls. She guides me deeper, sucking harder, and I imagine her mouth as something else and my hips surge forward, without meaning to.
I’m about to tell her that I’m a douchebag and I’m sorry, but she hums low in her throat again and takes me even further back, until I hit the back of her throat. She almost chokes, but pulls back in time, but pushes me back again. She swallows hard, exploring, pushing her limits, and I see stars. I’m pretty sure she’s never done this before, and she’s taking me down like a seasoned pro, and fuck, it’s all I can do not to twist my fingers through her hair and jerk her head back and forth on my dick until I burst.
She pulls back, torturing me while she explores me with her tongue. She swirls it over the length of me before tracing the underside all the way to my crown. She sucks me into her mouth again, but only so she can roll sweet circles over my head with her tongue. She moans and pulls back, and when she looks up at me, the wonderment on her face nearly slays me.
“You taste… good. Salty and a little bit bitter, but it’s… I like it.”
Her eyes flick back down to the floor and I can’t take it. I push my thumb under her chin, cradling her face as I tilt it backup to me. “There isn’t any shame in enjoying this. In bringing each other pleasure in whatever ways we both enjoy.”
“I know. I just…” she hesitates, her lips working soundlessly. “I just… it makes me feel… I thought it would make me feel dirty, doing this. Wrong. Degraded. I don’t know. I thought- but it’s… I feel weird. When I touch you, it’s like you’re touching methere. It makes me feel powerful. Does that make sense or is that stupid?”
I bite back a groan and trace her slightly swollen lower lip. “It’s not stupid. Believe me, it’s not stupid at all.”
“Do you like it? Am I doing it right?”
“Yes.” This time, I can’t keep the wicked growl out of my voice. “Yes, you’re doing it right.”
“Will you show me? Like you said? Put your hands in my hair, and help me?”
Fuck. My dick jerks hard and I wonder if she has any idea what she’s doing to me with her innocent request and her eyes gleaming with eagerness.
I release her face to wind my hand through the thick strands of her hair. They snag against the roughness of my hands, but it’s just another contrast that I love. I guide her face back to my cock and I groan, low and rough and loud, when her mouth parts and she sucks me in. I let her take me slow and set a rhythm of her own, before I slowly flex my hips.
She lets out a sound of surprise, but it’s a passionate sound, one of enjoyment, so I’m not afraid to guide her face back and forth, gently, while I thrust slowly into her mouth. She takes everything I give her, hollowing her cheeks and swallowing when I get to the back of her throat. I’m gentle, even when Iwant to be rough. Even when I want to use her brutally, fuck her mouth hard and greedily. I want to be down her fucking throat, coming all over her tongue, marking her as mine.
Instead, I contain myself to a gentle rhythm, letting her set the speed for the most part. She sucks me eagerly, greedily in her own way, pulling back and pushing forward, circling and sucking my head with her tongue, moaning every single time she swallows.
