Chapter 20 #2
She grins. “Is there a trick to findin’ the right amount of pressure?”
“You’ll know from how the guy’s responding to your touch. Some like it very hard and rough while others prefer a gentler approach. Most guys will be vocal about it if they want you to do something else.”
“Mmm…” She’s lying on her bed and although I can’t see past her shoulders, I can tell by her facial expression that she’s touching herself.
“Does that feel good?” I ask her, gripping my tip and watching her.
“Mm-hmm.” She smiles with her eyes closed. “Can you keep talkin’? Tell me how good it feels for you.”
I lean back and continue my steady movements. “Fuckin’ amazing. All the blood’s rushin’ to my cock and my balls are full and tight. The buildup and anticipation make it hard to breathe sometimes.”
“What about when a girl’s mouth is on you? How does that work?”
“Usually, they switch between their hand and mouth or they do both—their fingers wrap around the bottom of the shaft while they suck the tip. That’s the best way for a girl to do it so they can control how far deep into their mouths it goes.”
“But I’m betting guys like it when they put the whole thing down their throats, right?”
Fuck, she’s gonna make me come too damn soon.
“Mm-hmm. It feels incredible any way—hand, mouth, throat. All very…satisfying.”
“Do you like going down on girls?”
“Uh, yeah. Very much actually.”
“I wonder how that feels…” She breathes out like she’s already close. “It seems it’d feel weird having a face between my legs—all up in there.”
“For some girls it is, but for others it can amplify the intimacy between their partners. It’s all personal preference.”
“I’d like to experience it just once to see if I like it.”
“Well, you gotta make sure you have the right partner who knows what they’re doing. Some guys don’t…and might deter you from wantin’ to experience it ever again.”
“How will I know if they’re bad at it if I’ve never done it before?”
“If they don’t make you come, they suck.”
“Really? You can come from just their tongue down there?”
“Yes.” I chuckle lightly. “It’s foreplay, so you should always finish from oral.”
“And I assume a guy always finishes from that too?”
“Typically, yes. Or they’ll finish off themselves with their hand. And then some like to come on their partner.”
“On them? Ain’t it…sticky?”
“Very.”
“Does cum taste good?”
“That’s subjective, I guess.”
“What about girls when they come? How do they taste?”
“Uh…sweet? It depends. Every woman’s different.”
“So you’ve done oral a lot?”
“Depends what you consider a lot.”
The corner of her lips tilts up. “Way to evade.”
“I’ve been sexually active for twelve years, so…”
The deep moan Harlow releases cuts off my words.
“Fuck, you’re close…” My grip loosens. “I need you to finish before me.”
“Are you almost there?” she asks.
“Yeah, but I’m waitin’ for you. You wanted to watch and I don’t want you to miss it.”
“Okay, I-I…can you talk me through it like you’re here so I get there faster?”
Christ. It’s going to take a miracle for me to hold myself back if I do that.
But I agree anyway.
“Okay…” I exhale through my nose, trying to slow down my pounding heart. “Pretend my fingers are seeded deep inside you while my tongue flicks your needy little clit. Your fingers are in my hair and your legs are wrapped around my shoulders.”
“Oh God…yes. Just like that.” Her little moans make my skin burn hotter and I have to tell myself to slow down and hold off, but fuck, it’s getting harder.
“I reach up and pinch your pebbled nipple before massaging your breast. I bury my face in your pussy and taste—”
“Yes, yes…fuck, I’m—”
And then she releases the most beautifully aroused moan I’ve ever heard.
“Holy shit, that was more intense than my last one.” She fully pants, then adjusts the phone so her whole face is back in view. “If ranchin’ doesn’t work out, you should start your own phone sex business, because goddamn. Ten out of ten stars.”
“As much as I appreciate the compliment, I’m gonna explode, so I need you to focus on me.”
“Okay.” She nods, her face still flushed, and shit, that turns me on even more.
I bring my phone closer, holding it in my left hand so she can get a better view.
“When a guy gets close, you’ll feel him tense and then—” I fuck my fist a few more seconds before I groan through my release, shooting cum over my fingers.
“Whoa. That’s hot…” She licks her lips. “Girls normally swallow that, right?”
“Uh, well…if they want. Or they can spit it out.”
“Whaddya like?”
Jesus Christ.
“It doesn’t matter to me. I’d rather my partner do whatever makes ’em comfortable.”
“I’ll haveta try it and judge for myself. It kinda looks nasty, though. Like why is it so slimy? Girls’ cum don’t look like that, right?”
“I dunno why it’s slimy and no, yours is more liquidy.” I set the phone back on my nightstand. “I need to clean up. Hold on.”
She giggles. “Me too. I’ll be right back.”
Well, I can’t say I’ve ever done that before, but somehow with Harlow, she makes awkward things not feel awkward at all. She’s so damn wholesome, she doesn’t even realize how we technically got each other off during phone sex.
To her, it was a learning experience.
But for me, I’ve fallen deeper.
And now, there’s no point in even trying to ignore my feelings.
They’re front and center, but if I don’t control them, she’s going to see right through me.