Chapter 11 #3
She purses her lips and pushes them out to the side. She’s trying not to smile, but she loses the battle and gives me a dazzling grin that makes me see stars. “What if I like that?”
“Sweaty balls?”
“Yeah. I don’t want you clean and and fucking sanitized and smelling like soap.
I want you raw and masculine and tasting like yourself.
Unless… unless you’re really adamant about it, and me doing this before you take a shower is going to make you so uncomfortable that it ruins the experience for you. ”
“I was thinking about your comfort,” I tell her.
I didn’t expect her honesty, even though I should be used to it by now. It’s refreshing to be able to talk to someone without layers of filters and fear, but this is still new. I’m still shy when she undoes my jeans and works the zipper open.
I can see her point about everything she said. Because I’d love to push her up against a wall, rip off those jeans with the fancy bleached patterns on them, tear her panties off with my teeth, and feast on her pussy. I want the taste of her.
She pushes my boxers and jeans down just enough to free my cock.
Then, she sinks down to her knees, holding me in her palm in a firm grasp.
She maintains eye contact the whole way, licking her bottom lip on purpose.
The whole thing is so erotic that for the second time since we walked into this room, my knees nearly buckle.
“I’ll take that wink now,” she says coyly. “And then I’ll take the rest of you and give you pleasure like you’ve only dreamed about.”
She waits for me, her dark eyes blown and so sparkling huge, her cheeks the prettiest pink, and her lips enticingly swollen from kissing me.
“What I’ve dreamed about,” she continues, since my winking mechanism seems to be temporarily broken, “is pleasure that’s nearly perfect because it’s with someone I truly connect with. Someone who isn’t perfect but is as close to perfect for me as there is.”
She brushes the side of her face against my cock, smearing the wetness leaking from the tip over her cheek. Then, she drags a long inhale that unleashes the primal parts of me. Not that I wasn’t already going to tear out of my skin.
I tilt her chin up and hold eye contact with her for a few seconds before I wink.
“Are you trying to kill me? Do you have any idea what that level of hotness does to my ovaries?” She laughs, her playfulness easing my nerves and uncoiling some of the tension wound up in my muscles.
She’s so fucking sexy. She hides her face, concentrating on what her hand is doing, and it moves from the base of my cock up to the shaft and then back down again.
“I want this to feel good right until the end. You don’t have to do anything like warn me. I’m very much in this to the end.”
“Fuck.” I rest my trembling hand on the top of her silky hair.
“Tomorrow morning, we’ll eat pie and have an amazing day. I’m manifesting it, so it can’t go any other way. And tomorrow, I’m going to spend the night here with you, if you’re okay with that.”
“Dulcie…”
“Right. I shouldn’t be asking you things like this with your cock in my hand.” She releases it. “Is that better?”
“No,” I groan. “I was going to say that I like how you manifest nice things. I love how your mind works.”
“Even if it’s terrifying?” she asks.
“Especially when it’s terrifying.”
“Good,” she whispers. She takes my hand, guiding it to the base of my cock. “I want you to put yourself in my mouth. Show me what you like.”
What I would like is not to come right the fuck now as I watch the sexy as hell and bossy yet innocent display right in front of me.
She opens her mouth and leans forward, teasing my tip with her tongue and humming at the taste.
“Mmm, yeah. I’d definitely like more.” She bats her eyelashes at me.
“Please?” I seem to have a problem with freezing up at the most embarrassing times.
“You should probably shut me up before I call you da—”
That works.
I press the pad of my thumb to her bottom lip, opening her mouth before I bring my dick to her.
She lets me have total control, but she can’t resist flicking her tongue over my head and exploring down the length of me as she takes more and more.
I stop when I’m scared I’m going to choke her, but she takes my wrist and leans into me, swallowing when she feels me at the back of her throat.
The first feel of that has shivers racing down my spine and my balls tightening.
She breathes around me, swallowing over and over until I pull back. But she doesn’t let me go, lapping at my tip before I thrust back into her mouth.
Then, she grabs my other hand and twists both our fingers through her hair, making it obvious that she’d like me to use her face and guide her. Her eyes snap up, watching me as I thrust slowly into her mouth and then pull back out before doing it again.
She leaves my hand in her hair but fists her fingers over mine at the base of my cock.
She’s not still anymore. She uses her hand and mouth to impale herself on me.
My hips surge forward as a jolt of pleasure nearly jackknives me in half.
She takes me deep, swallowing around me before drawing back, but only so she can do wicked things with her tongue, like exploring my length and humming at the taste.
She closes her eyes and works me until saliva shines at the edges of her lips. She jerks her head with every thrust, guiding me with her hand. I’m still half afraid, but she’s making it pretty obvious she’s not. She’s into this, into me, in a big way.
I’m sure it can’t get any better, but then she grasps my hips, digging her fingers in and working them around to my ass. I still have my jeans and boxers on most of the way, but she clenches hard enough for me to feel her fingertips through the layers.
She’s the one working me, setting a furious pace, and driving my hips forward in brutal thrusts. She groans around my cock in her mouth and then drives forward so hard that her nose rams into my jeans.
I can barely breathe. I’m trying to hold back, but she’s insistent that she wants no such thing.
She’s rough enough for both of us, fucking her own mouth with my cock.
She meets every single one of my thrusts, whimpering, moaning, and digging her fingers into my ass to drive me forward again and again in a steady, punishing rhythm.
Saliva starts to dribble down her throat and neck, glistening in the low lighting from the sconces on the walls.
Her hair is wildly mussed from my hand in it.
She looks wrecked, and it’s fucking wrecking me. My brain is going to blow.
I can’t offer a single protest in my mind any longer. Dulcie’s made a safe place for me. I don’t have to guess. She’s offered me a partnership. She’s listened, she’s clarified, and she’s given me zero mixed signals. In her own way, she’s fought for me. She knows what she wants. She’s real.
I never realized how badly I needed to feel safe and to hope. I know what she means about connection. It’s so much more than just the meeting of two physical bodies.
I know she said she didn’t need a warning, but I can’t just come in her mouth.
“Dulcie…” I pant. “You’re going to make me come.” Embarrassingly fast.
She draws back, making that sexy and bold eye contact. “Yes, please. I want to make you come so badly. It’s going to be so hot, Luca. I want to taste all of you right now.”
She sucks me back into her mouth, taking me deep again and working hard to make it happen. She’s so incredibly sexy, appearing for all the world like the only thing she cares about in this moment is my pleasure, which is probably true. Her honesty and fearlessness are the most erotic part of this.
Of every single moment.
I can’t stop myself from surging forward and burying myself straight in the back of her throat.
There’s no rhythm or timing. I just do it over and over, and she keeps tugging me back, clawing frantically at my ass, breathing around the hard thrusts, and letting me fuck her gorgeous face into oblivion.
My oblivion.
Pleasure rips down my spine like an electric shock, and it detonates all over my body.
The world shorts out. I come in her mouth, my cock jerking and kicking against her tongue.
She seals her lips around me and sucks, swallowing me down.
She keeps me in her mouth until I can breathe again, and only when I release her hair and take that first deep breath does she draw back.
She rests her hands against my thighs, then tucks me back into my boxers and fixes my clothes, doing up my jeans.
Slowly, she kisses my abs with an impossible amount of tenderness.
She lingers, kissing my chest, my shoulders, and my neck. It’s me who tips her face up and kisses her. Deeply. I sweep my tongue into her mouth, tasting myself. It’s something I’ve never tried before, but it’s not weird or gross with her. Everything with Dulcie fills my blood with fire.
With her, I have hope the way I used to know it. I want to plan for the future rather than just endure it.
“That was really nice,” I rasp. I stroke her hair, then bury my fingers in the strands and find the back of her neck.
She snorts. “If it was just nice, then I’m—”
“Nice being the nicest word I can think of while my brain is a scrambled mess.”
I kiss her and try to angle her toward the bed. She takes a few steps, then breaks away. She takes hold of my hand and clasps it between hers. After a beat, she brushes kisses over my knuckles.
“It’s not that I don’t want to do more. Because I do.
Badly. But I’m so far gone that if you get me in that bed, I’m going to want to stay, and if I want to stay, then there’s no way I’m getting up and going home like I promised my parents I would.
They’ll worry. It’s not that they’re waiting up, ready to pounce on me with an inquisition or anything, but I told them one thing, and it’s a little bit like giving my word.
I don’t want to break that or give them one more reason to get upset. ”
She shudders as I draw her into a hug and hold her tight, inhaling her and the lush fragrance of her hair. “I respect that.”
“I’m going to make you a promise,” she says. “Tomorrow night, you can eat my pussy to your heart’s content and fuck me senseless after. Yeah?”
Will there ever be a time when she doesn’t surprise me?
“Anything you want. If it’s in my power to give, it’s yours.” I mean that in every sense.
I’ve never been able to give a promise like that for fear of it getting abused, but Dulcie kisses both my cheeks and smiles her dazzling, light-beam smile at me, easing my heart down into total surrender.
“I just want you. But that’s the most complicated ask, isn’t it?”
“In the past, it would have been, but I’ll do my best,” I say.
She kisses me, lingering over my mouth and memorizing every detail the same way I’m doing with her. “Come for breakfast tomorrow? Mom and Dad will be at the bakery, but we can head there after. We’ll have pie. Or eggs. You can take your pick. If you trust me to cook for you.”
“I’d trust you with anything,” I tell her sincerely.
She lets me wrap my arms around her and hold her, proving she already knows that as she silently rests her cheek against my chest in mutual agreement and an unspoken repeat of the vow that I’m safe with her.