6 #2
“Uh, now?” Ian asks, amazingly enough. I have to restrain myself from saying something snarky because I don’t want to spoil the mood of whatever this is. I’ve never been handed a man on a platter like this before and I don’t want to screw it up.
“I can wait as long as you need, Ian,” I tell him as I pull my tee shirt over my head. He doesn’t answer me but he does watch me undress, closely, which is fine. I don’t need him to talk. I need him to fuck.
“I won’t need long, Teri,” he says as I climb naked onto the bed next to him.
“We have all the time in the world, Ian,” I whisper, amazed that this is happening so fast but pleased as I can be that it is. I need to talk to Lorna about what she was thinking but I put her out of my mind for now. I want to focus on the task at hand.
“That’s true,” he says with a smile that seems to just come out of the realization that he’s hit the sexual jackpot, an idea I want to cement in his mind.
“You know,” I whisper as I lean close and breathe in his ear.
“I’ve been waiting to kiss you since we met.
” I move to his lips and kiss him lightly, teasingly.
He’s passive but that’s fine. I can live with a man who doesn’t have to go apeshit every time we fuck.
I’ve had my fill of that type. I’m quite content to take the lead right now and for the foreseeable future if it comes to that.
I touch his cheek with one hand and reach for his wet, softening dick with the other. I kiss him more deeply and once again, he lets me. He doesn’t reach up to grab my head, doesn’t roll me onto my back, he just lets me have my way with him. I could get used to this.
“Mind if I…?” I ask as I pull back from kissing him.
I don’t wait for an answer, I just smile and duck down to take his dick into my mouth.
I’ve never been with a guy and a girl in a threesome so it’s a new experience for me to taste another woman’s vagina on a man’s penis, but it’s good.
Better than good, it’s great. It’s a physical manifestation of what just happened, and if I’m reading Lorna correctly, a sign of things to come.
Unless and until she tells me otherwise, I’ll consider myself invited into their bed at any time.
“Teri,” Ian says without saying anything else.
I’ve never felt like I had much to offer when it came to fellating a man but with the remnants of Lorna and Ian’s passion has elevated my technique to a new level.
I can’t get enough of his head, his shaft, even his balls, something that never did anything for me before. But now, I am all in.
“Teri,” he says with more urgency. “I’m a little sensitive.
” I moan my disappointment before I let his member slip from my lips and plop on his belly with a wet smacking sound that makes me giggle.
I turn and look up at him to find him smiling self-consciously and it is so freaking adorable that I move quickly to kiss his mouth again.
He doesn’t flinch even though I’m sure he can taste himself on my lips and tongue.
I’m surprised, impressed, and more than pleased all at once. Ian’s got game.
“How much time do you need?” I whisper when I lean away from him. “I can wait but…”
He smiles. “Not long,” he tells me as he rolls me onto my back and props himself on one elbow. “I’d like to reciprocate, if that’s okay.”
I smile. “You never have to ask, Ian. Not about that.”
He smiles back at me, then he slides down my body, stopping at my hard nipples just long enough to kiss them both before he positions himself between my thighs.
He kisses my mound, thighs, my labia, and my clit in rapid succession which is fine.
I’ve never met a man who is as adept at cunnilingus as any woman who’s willing but I’ve also found that good intentions make up for a lack of technique.
And besides, technique can be taught. Technique can be improved. Perfected.
And it suddenly occurs to me that Lorna can instruct.
This is going to be so freaking awesome!
“Oh, yeah,” I tell him to encourage him.
“Right there, yeah, right there.” He’s going at my nub a little aggressively but at least he knows where it is so I’ll take it for now.
He’s got his eyes on me which I love, as if he’s reading my face for signs that he’s doing it right.
He’s not but we’ll fix that. As I said, we have all the time in the world.
“Fuck me, Ian,” I tell him at last and he doesn’t hesitate, big surprise. I welcome him into my arms and reach down to guide him home. Between watching him and Lorna, and even with his inept if endearingly earnest attempt to pleasure me with his mouth, I’m more than ready for him to fuck me.
Which he does.
“Oh yeah,” I encourage him. He’s big but not too much, energetic but not manic, and he grinds his pelvic bone against mine just the way I like it. As much as I love women, there is something about a man that is just so satisfying. I moan like I mean it because I do.