Chapter 36 #2
“Jesus, Em, you’re skipping steps. I thought you’d offer me a hand or something not...” His gaze wavered. “Have you given a blowjob before?”
“Not a good one.”
His jaw ticked. “Did he tell you that?”
“He didn’t have to,” she mumbled, feeling that murky feeling of self-consciousness again. “I could tell.”
He grasped her cheeks in his hands and gave her a chaste kiss. “I’d be honored to.”
Nicolas sat back on the bed. “Where are you most comfortable? On the bed or—”
Emily dropped to her knees on the floor.
His pupils dilated. “Fucking hell.”
She positioned herself into the space between his legs after she widened them.
He studied her, his eyes darkening again. They raked from the top of her head to her legs which were bent in a seated position.
He nodded to his crotch. “Take me out.”
Her hands were quick to make work of his pants. She took out his strained member after unzipping him. Her throat bobbed at the sight. He was painfully hard, precum leaking from the tip. And he was big, so big that she started wondering how the hell that would fit inside her mouth.
He smoothed his fingers through her hair before gathering it back, wrapping it into a fist. “Lick it.”
Her heart thumped in excitement. He was making her feel so centered. As if he’d approve of anything she did. It made her feel safe to explore.
Her head leaned forward as her tongue came out. It swirled around the tip, inciting a groan from him. She licked a path from the base upward. He let out a shudder. It gave her the courage to shuffle closer, both her hands pressing into his muscular thighs.
Nicolas leaned back on his elbows, watching her with lowered lids. “Put it in your mouth.”
Emily did as she was told and swallowed him. He sucked in a sharp breath and grunted. “Fuck, baby.” She tasted the saltiness of the bead of precum but continued taking him, until she was almost all the way down.
“Slacken your jaw some more. I know you can take it.”
The flustered eagerness in his voice pushed her to the edge. Emily was willing to do anything to please him. She wanted to give him so much that her head went further down until she took all of him.
“Jesus—fuck, baby, that feels so good.”
She looked up and when their eyes met, his was swirling with unfiltered lust. A moan left her, making his jaw drop with a silent, “Fuckkk…”
She began to suck, her fear slipping away at the sight of his unraveled state.
“Oh, Em, you know exactly what the fuck you’re doing. And you’re doing it so well, baby. Touch my balls while you suck me off.”
Her hands moved from his thighs to grab him at the base and tug there. He groaned and she repeated the act, much to both of their pleasures. His hips started moving in tandem with the motion, back and forth, slipping his cock in and out of her mouth.
He blew out a breath, his hands tightening around her hair. “Dio, this is amazing.” His free hand came up and brushed at her cheek. “You’re amazing. So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth. Keep going. Just like that. Make your husband come.”
Emily whimpered, feeling her arousal grow at his praises. She’d never felt so empowered, so appreciated doing this.
“You like that? You like me calling you pretty? You like me telling you to make me come?”
She tried to nod with much difficulty. He took himself out of her mouth with a pop before massaging her jaw and demanding, “Answer me.”
She gasped a little. “Yes, I like it.”
Nicolas made a sound close to a growl. He looked at her, glassy-eyed as she caught her breath, then he cupped her cheek.
His eyes softened. “You’re everything and more. Don’t you ever assume otherwise, okay?”
She licked her lips. “Okay.”
He catalogued the movement. “You want to continue?”
“Mhm, I want to make you come.”
He hissed, his hand shooting out and grabbing a hold of her hair. “This time I’ll fuck your mouth. So if it’s too much, just tap on my thigh and I’ll stop, understood?”
“I understand.”
He flashed her a proud smile. “That’s my girl. Now open up.”
She obliged, watching as his length slipped between her lips. A strained sound escaped him, and from the tension in his body she could tell he was holding himself together with great effort.
Emily didn’t want that. She wanted him to let go. And preferably in her mouth.
Her hands went back to his thighs as Nicolas started moving, his hips chasing pleasure. She opened as wide as possible, took a deep breath through her nose, and swallowed him deeper than she’d ever done before.
“Goddamit!” he roared. His hips stuttered at the act, then he looked down at her, his dark brown eyes ablaze. “Do that again. Please, baby. Do that again.” Emily’s stomach fluttered with his begging. She did it again.
Nicolas groaned before his movements became erratic, fucking her mouth like he’d warned. Her jaw began to hurt, but for him she could endure it.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes snapped back to his after drifting down to the way his abs clenched.
“I’m going to come. How do you want me? On your chest? On your face…in your mouth?” She released an enthusiastic hum, causing him to curse. “You want all of me that badly? Me too, baby. I need all of you. Everything you can give me. So, are you going to swallow for me like a good girl?”
Her consent came in vibrations around his cock again.
Tears welled in her eyes as his pace became brutal until finally, he let out a pained groan and fell apart.
His cum hit her tongue, spraying to the back of her throat.
It was intense. She watched him, feeling elated to have brought him there.
He fought to keep his eyes on her, taking in the view, but eventually he failed with them screwing shut.
A satisfied sigh left him before he opened his eyes again. He removed himself from her mouth. His hand caressed the line of her throat before he commanded, “Swallow.”
She did. Every last drop.
He bared witness with his lips parted in awe.
When she was done he kissed her mouth, his tongue swiping inside. “You’re so goddamn perfect,” he mumbled against her lips before his eyes found hers seriously. “You should never question your skills again. Ever.”
She giggled, feeling extra content.
I made Nicolas Re come with my mouth. And he definitely liked it. There was no doubt about it.
This was the happiest Emily had ever felt after giving during a sexual encounter and she couldn’t explain how much it meant to her.
Maybe Nicolas saw it in her eyes because he pressed the sweetest kiss to her forehead and whispered, “Thank you, baby. You’ve just made me the luckiest man alive.”