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The moaning noises coming from her make my penis throb hard, tightening with anticipation.
I don’t stop kissing her.
I shift forward, guiding her with me as I lean over her, turning us along the length of the couch. She goes with it, her back hitting the cushions as I follow her down, still locked to her mouth, still holding her close.
She was already straddling me, so when she lands beneath me, my hips settle right between her legs without effort, exactly where they’re supposed to be.
Her arms come up around me then, wrapping around me the same way mine had been wrapped around her, pulling me in instead of pushing me away.
We’re both breathing harder now, like neither of us can get enough air.
She starts to pull her shirt off over her head and I help her. She didn’t even have a bra on, and her breasts are there, her beautiful breasts that had burned an image into my mind, on display for me again. My mouth finds them, sucking the little pebbles that are so hard against my tongue.
Speaking of hard, my dick is so hard it hurts .
Erica reaches between us, her hand sliding into my pants, gripping my penis like she had before and jerking me.
My mouth falls slack against her breast. I lift my head slightly. It’s like I can’t pull in enough air.
A moan falls from my mouth as my eyes roll to the back of my head and it’s like I can’t focus on anything. I want to look at her but it feels so out of this world intense that it’s impossible to look at anything.
My hips thrust forward to make the jerking by her hand feel more complete.
“King, y-you should stop,” she whispers breathily. And I know she doesn’t mean it, and even so, her just telling me that makes me angry.
Why would she say that to me?
Does she not want me?
She doesn’t want me to stop, right?
Why is she trying to tell me to stop? It’s too late.
While she’s stroking my penis, I pull my pants down a little more to give her better access. Her thumb grazes the tip of my erection, making me aware of how much I’m leaking.
The pleasure is insane, almost disorienting, so much that my penis can’t stop throbbing.
I need… I need to stop… but I can’t.
I don’t want to.
God please help me. Please help me. Please… please help….
Please…
But she feels so good…
Her touching me feels so good.
Erica’s hands push into my chest, forcing me back and off of her.
No, why is she moving me away?
She takes control, and I gladly let her.
My legs shift under me, but I barely have time to adjust before she’s pushing me back, guiding me across the couch until I’m flat on my back, my head resting against the arm. I don’t resist it. I don’t want to.
Her gold eyes catch the light, almost glowing, her lips parted as she drags her tongue over her top lip. That look of pure hunger on her gorgeous face locks me in place as she hooks her fingers into my waistband and pulls my pants down past my hips.
I want to tell her to wait… to not… but the thought doesn’t even get to form, because before I can even process what’s going on or try to think in a coherent way to get the words out, her mouth is on my erection right after it bounces free.
She takes me all the way, choking slightly as her tongue moves along the underside, sliding, pressing, making my entire body jolt from how sudden; how intense it is.
A loud gasp tears out of me, my hips bucking on instinct.
I bite down hard on my bottom lip, my eyes rolling shut as my arms shoot up, reaching back to grip the armrest above my head. My fingers curl tight around it, holding on like I need something to ground me.
My mouth opens wide and a weird whimpering noise slips out of me that I’m not used to hearing.
Four slow, dragging strokes of her mouth around me; each one deeper than the last, taking her sweet time on each pull like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
Her tongue follows every movement, pressing in and sliding along me, tracing the underside of my shaft, causing that white hot, rubberband sensation to build to a taut line.
By the time she reaches the tip, she doesn’t rush past it.
She lingers.
Her lips close around it, her tongue circling, teasing, drawing sensation out of me in tight, controlled waves that make me shiver with anticipation.
Then she moves again.
Down.
And when she goes down on that fourth stroke, my body tenses so hard it shakes.
My mouth draws in a loud, deep, and super slow gasp of shock and pleasure before that rubberband snaps!
And oh… I come SO hard.
So hard that, whether I wanted to or not, a yell tears out of me, only stopping for me to take a breath before it comes out again as a primal, pleasure-induced, agonizing bellow.
My release is so extreme and so overwhelming that my toes curl so tight that my feet begin cramping, making me feel like they’re going to get locked in that position.
Starsbursts shoot behind my eyelids from how tight I’m closing them, and all the while Erica keeps sucking and licking, her tongue around the tip.
It feels like I’m living in a moment within a second and within an eternity all at the same time.
Then she gives me a final suck and she stops.
My eyes finally fall open, staring at the ceiling before they look down towards my feet where I can see her straddling my legs, her nose against my erection which is dying now, becoming softer.
Erica smiles back at me, licking her lips after she swallows my load.
She’s so beautiful. That felt so amazing. My eyes fall shut again, a grin pulling at my mouth, relief spreading through me, my body still buzzing and shivering from the pleasure.
It felt so good.
So good… Heavenly… Wait…
What did I do.
Oh no.
Shame begins cascading down on me but it’s not like I can undo what I did. Since it’s already done, I’m going to have to repent and spend days away from Erica just to clean my spirit.
I have nobody to blame but myself because Erica was going to get off of me and I prevented her from doing that.
I played with fire and I got burned.
Pride. It was my own pride that landed me in this position.
Erica pulls the front of my pants over my flaccid penis, then crawls up until she’s chest to chest with me, still bare-breasted, and she settles there, lying against me.
“You’re going to leave now, aren’t you?” she asks with a sad smile.