Chapter 44 Lost in Time
-Annie-
It’s turned me on far more than I expected it to, having Drew’s dick in my mouth.
Maybe it’s due to the fact that this is the first time I’ve seen it or touched it, but with each stroke of it in and out of my mouth, I can feel my body reaching.
When Drew wraps his hands in my hair and flexes his dick to hit the back of my throat, I moan.
My brain is trying to remember a tip or trick that I’d read about in some online article, or was it in the last book I’d read?
My brain can’t focus, I know it has something to do with a guy's balls and touching them.
So, I move my hand away from his shaft and run it over his balls, causing a deep groan to leave Drew's mouth and his hands to tighten harder into my hair.
I mentally note that the move is a solid suggestion before I move my hand back to grip him.
The tempo increases, and Drew is driving his hard dick in and out of my mouth faster and deeper.
Drew is long and thick, and it doesn’t take long for him to start hitting the back of my throat every time he drives himself forward.
It causes me to gag, but I don’t stop because his words of “so good” have me wanting to push him to the edge.
In no short time, he says, “I’m going to cum, Angel, do you want to swallow?
” I don’t want to remove him from my mouth to answer, so I groan and keep moving my mouth over his dick.
Drew thrust a few more times, and I can taste his cum on my tongue—salty and just a touch sweet—before swallowing it down.
His fingers have loosened in my hair, but I don’t immediately remove my mouth, until he's gone soft.
When I finally release him from my mouth, I look up at him.
He is watching me, and he looks so satisfied and sexy.
It makes me feel powerful, knowing that I’ve made him look like this.
But I don’t get to sit with my feelings long before the hands wrapped in my hair are wrapped around my cheeks and gently pulling me up over his chest, leading me to kiss him.
He uses his hands on my face to pull us apart and says in a deep voice, “Angel, that’s the best blow job I’ve ever had.
” I can’t help the blush that spreads over my skin at his confession, and before I can think of some witty reply, he is pulling me into his kiss.
***
I’m lying over Drew's naked body when he moves us to seating, his back against his headboard. I’m now straddling his hips, and my dress is pulled up around my ass and waist. His hands start moving over my neck and then down my back.
I think he’s going to be moving them to my exposed ass that my thong isn’t covering, but he stops at the top, his fingers brushing the edge of the zipper.
And my mind shouts yes. But he doesn’t start moving, and I can feel him as he pulls his head back from my neck, which makes me open my eyes to see what is going on.
Our eyes connect, and he says, “Can I undress you, Angel?” Then I smart off some question about why I’m not already undressed, which causes him to laugh and reply, “I’ll take that as a yes, Angel.
” I can feel his fingers moving the zipper down my back, and I think, “Please do.”
It feels good to have my dress opened and removed from my sensitive skin.
I can feel my nipples harden further as they are exposed to the air and released from the cups of the dress sliding down my body.
I’ve opened my eyes again, and I watch the material sliding down and puddling around my waist. I look up at Drew and watch his expression change as he notices that I’m topless in front of him.
He doesn’t say anything, just wraps his large arms around my waist and dips his head.
His mouth sucks my nipple, and I can’t help arching my back.
The only thing holding me here is Drew's arms, supporting my weight. With each suck or flick of his tongue, I feel the pulse at my clit. He removes his mouth from my nipple with a pop, and then gently blows air across the wet skin, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me.
He moves his mouth to my other nipple and repeats the same moves, sending my body to an inferno.
With each pass of his tongue, I can’t ignore the pulsing at my clit and my core, and more and more, my need is focused on the desire for friction at my clit.
His dick is wedged between our legs, and as he’s sucked on my nipples, he’s gotten hard again.
I use this to my advantage, and I’m grinding my clit against him through the material of my thong.
It feels so fucking good, I can’t help but double my efforts of grinding my hips up and down to give my clit the best sensations.
***
Before I know what is happening, Drew is rolling us, and he is pulling his body away from mine.
I open my eyes and wrap my hands around his forearms at my side.
I want his body back: I want the feel of him underneath me.
He must sense my frustration or confusion because he says, “I need the dress off, Annie—lift your hips for me, Angel.” I try to focus and realize that his hands are holding the dress and trying to work it down my hips.
I release his forearms and lift my hips.
He pulls the dress down my legs and discards it to the floor.
Now the only clothing on my body is my little red thong, which just covers me.
I’m watching Drew look over my body, and his hands are running over the edge of my closed thighs.
“Angel, you’re so beautiful, and while I could look at you all night like this, I think it’s my turn to taste, so I need you to open your legs for me.
” That is all the direction that I need, and I spread my legs open.
Then, I hear the worst sound in the fucking world: his phone alarm.